(Heaton/Rotheray)
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It was the middle of winter
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And I drove us in my car
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The snow started falling
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So we stopped off at a bar
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The beer started flowing
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And your mother and I took the floor
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But by the last dance we were tired
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So I booked a room next door
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So if anyone asks you
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If you come from Heaven above
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You're from a one star hotel
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With a five star passionate love
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It was a hot summers day
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And we drove there in our car
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And your father was thirsty
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So we had to find a bar
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Well he wouldn't stop drinking
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And he couldn't stand on his feet
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We had to walk to a hotel
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And book ourselves into a suite
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So if the teacher asks you
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Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell
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You're from a one star drunken screw
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In a one star motel
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Yes if the teacher asks you
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Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell
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You're from a pitch black toilet
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In a highway Taco Bell
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I'll remember the birth
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For the rest of my time on this land
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You're mother sweating buckets
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And me holding onto her hand
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Well your father was absent
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He claimed he couldn't find the ward
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Just tugging on mescal
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Trying to eat the umbilical cord
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So if anyone asks you
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Do you know where you're from, say yes
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You're from your mother's womb
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And your father's stinking breath
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And if they ask you how you got here
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Tell them just what it took
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Your father's stinking breath
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And your mother's stinking luck
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Your father and I won't tell the whole truth
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Your father and I won't tell the truth
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Your Father And I
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| The Beautiful South |
