All our mates that we once knew said they were happy,
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Always shouting in the street, just like you and me,
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Always finding laughter, fun and games to play,
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They of course have to agree,
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Suddenly they were swept off their feet and gone,
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They don't know what hit them,
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Just like the rest, the girlfriends got the best,
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And so the story just goes on...
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They all get washed for them, even have a bath,
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But they are now being led, up the garden path...
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I was sitting in the sun reading the days press,
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A boy that I once knew was in, I've never seen such a mess
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Smiling with a moustache, a suit, a shirt and tie,
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He had just been wed today,
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I could not help but laugh, what's got into him?
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He looks about fourty,
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He's been such a nit, now he's in for it,
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And soon you'll hear him say...
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I was lying on the beach licking cool ice cream,
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A man, a wife and a pram went by, it was like a dream,
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He was climbing apple trees just a moon ago,
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The kind of bloke you think, won't grow,
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His face is like a fiddle now, long and sad and blue,
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He still says he's happy,
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He must have gone mad, cos he's not the lad,
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That I once used to know...
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[Chorus]
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Up The Garden Path
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