I loved your home at Springfield
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And your chauffer-drive Jag
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But the afternoons at the yaucht squadron
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Rally are a drag
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Your country home at Aldgate
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Your horses and your friends
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The alcoholic sunsets, the pleasure never ends
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I've just begun to notice the cold steel in your eyes
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So I say to you goodbye
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As she goes on asking why
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I've spoken to your father he's a self made millionaire
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Do you know where his factories are?
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Do you know who lives there?
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In squashy little red-brick houses far away from here.
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They're ugly and they're all the same
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The neighbours live so near
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The way my famliy's living there you'd not believe your eyes
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So I say to you goodbye
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As she goes on asking why
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Your brother's learning how to drive the jag in your back yard
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Your father sits and tells me about how he's worked so hard
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Your mother's introducting me with patronising grace
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To all her bridge friends in the salon, little cakes and lace
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My mothers working nightshift now, she's working till she dies
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So I say to you goodbye, as she goes on asking why
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Your fathers firm owns factories not far from where we stay
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The chimneys spewing thick black smoke
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Across the night and day
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The people live and work down there underneath that cloud of smog
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The kids' backyards are small and bare, too small to keep a dog
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Dont tell me that they like it there, thats certainly a lie
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So I say to you goodbye
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As she goes on asking why
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Please dont cry, you'll find a lover very soon I'm sure
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A Gentleman who'll bring you roses
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And lay them at your door
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It's not because your rich but 'cause
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Your not prepared to think
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The higher daddy rises, the more his workers sink
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You won't wake up in time my lady
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You wont realize
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So I say to you goodbye
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AS she goes on asking why
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So I say goodbye.
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So Goodbye
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| Redgum |
