Well there's a blizzard blowin' hard
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And from the Alfred we've been barred
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And John's so pissed that he can't hardly stand.
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Listen to that drunken git
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'Cause now he's being sick
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But it's only a hundred yards to The Warrington!
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Yes, it's only a hundred yards to The Warrington!
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You can bet we're on Tom's mind
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'Cause it's nearly closing time.
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And pretty soon last orders will be called.
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Christ, my balls feel like they're froze
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And there's numbness in my toes
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And it's only eighty yards to The Warrington!
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Yes it's only eighty yards to The Warrington!
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John, get up you drunken git
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Don't just lie there in that fucking shit
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I know we're pissed but we can make it if we try.
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Alright, I guess it's best if we
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Stop a fucking while and rest
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But it's only twenty yards to The Warrington!
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Yes, it's only twenty yards to The Warrington!
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Late that night the storm was gone
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And I found them there alone
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He could've made it, but he wouldn't leave old John.
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I found them froze in the street
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Jack's boot down John's teeth.
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They were only ten more yards from my house, that is The Warrington!
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Yes, they were only ten more yards from The Warrington!
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The Ballad Of The Warrington
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| The Boys |
