Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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long ago in London town
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a man called Ant sat deeply sighing
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he was wondering
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which side of the fence he was on
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prick up your ears...
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time went by and soon
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the one was five young hombres
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burning fire
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they were in no doubt
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which side of the fence they were on
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prick up your ears (mag-nificent five)...
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he who writes in blood
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doesn't want to be read
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he must be learned by heart
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he's got to be learned by heart
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they believed in sex and looking good
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with their own brand of music
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they weren't pandering
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so which side of the fence
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are you on?
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The Magnificent Five
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| Adam Ant |
