Here's the town in which I live Petunia Green
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Here's the shop and here's the man who sold me laces for my shoes
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There is Mr.Marcus. Boys they say he's mad
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'Here's the battle that they won' Silver Treetop School For Boys
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Early days were good as gold
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An apple here an apple there
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And everywhere a 'yes sir', 'no sir'
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They made me roll the cricket pitch once a day
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I've never been so happy than at Silver Treetop School For Boys
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The mowing machine was leaving small piles of grass
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That when the ??? had risen to the pipe of Mr.Marcus
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The smell of teaching fell upon the cricket field
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Smiling, laughing, rolling about at Silver Treetop School For Boys.
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Hey there
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They call in the staff room
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They call in the canteen
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"Hey come and look at what I found"
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"I found some boys and Masters sitting
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On the cricket ground at Silver Treetop School For Boys"
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The English master, Sir, he wores a purple mask
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and the Head, was usually sad, was swinging from a tree
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Mr.Brown the Physics man is off his head
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And everyone just loves the grass at Silver Treetop School For Boys
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Lalalalalalala lalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala
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Silver Treetop School For Boys
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| David Bowie |
