(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E. Nevin)
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The last of England's spoiled brats
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Grand order of the gutter rats
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A big fish in a public house
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You're never going to learn to shut your mouth
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A silly pseudo lager lout
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With nothing much to shout about
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Spent hours looking in the mirror
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Trying to perfect the perfect pout
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Now take the spotlight
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And pause for your applause
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Well my oh my you're such a big boy
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On a Saturday night
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You try but there is always something
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Something not right inside
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There's always someone
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Somebody else to take
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The power and the glory
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All for themselves
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With you I suffered heaven knows
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Although we never came to blows
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It's just as well 'cos I can tell
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I would have wiped the floor with you
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You don't like 'them' you don't like 'us'
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You make me laugh but seriously
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I look at you what do I see?
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A clapped out Nazi with a blunderbuss
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So take the spotlight
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And pause for your applause
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Well my oh my you're such a big boy
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On a Saturday night
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You try but there is always something
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Something not right inside
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There's always someone
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Somebody else to take
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The power and the glory
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All for themselves
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So take the stage and
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Let's have a great big hand now
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My oh my you're such a big boy
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On a Saturday night
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That's when you really know they love you
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When somebody else will feed your face
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And kiss your arse
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And wonder where the time flew past
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Oh yes my darling's such a
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Big boy on a Saturday night
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Big Boy On A Saturday Night
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| Kirsty MacColl |
