Hello sir, remember me?
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I'm the man you thought I'd never be.
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The boy who you reduced to tears,
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The lad called "Thingy" for six whole years.
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Yeah that's right, my names Bob,
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The one who landed the popstars job.
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The one who you told: "Look, don't touch"
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The kid who wouldn't amount to much.
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Well I'm here, and you're still there
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With your fake sports car and receding hair
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Dodgy, farout trousers that you think are smart
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Married to the woman that teaches art
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Married to the life
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Married to the school
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"I want to sing and dance sir"
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Now who's the fool?
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Sing and dance, you thought I was barmy
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"Settle down, Thingy. Join the army"
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And who were you to tell me this
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The dream I want I'll have to miss?
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Sir is god, he's been given the right
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To structure lives overnight.
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Now I know life's true path,
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Tanks and guns, that'll be a laugh.
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Nah, not me, I'm a mega civillian
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I won't leave my life riding pillion
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But thanks for the advice and I'm sure it'll do
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For the negitive dickheads just like you.
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As for now the different weapon
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Stage and screen is about to beckon
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And here I sit in first class
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Bollocks sir, kiss my arse.
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Poem
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| Robbie Williams |
