Oh sittin in the Taxi rank in Park Lane
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in comes a trendy geazer with no brain,
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and staring at a punk who was a good mate,
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I said lets make a move but it was too late
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[Chorus:]
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Up goes a shout, a rumble in the crowd
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a fight breaks out, someone starts clouting me,
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call in the Army oooh
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call in the Army
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call in the Army oooh
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call in the Army...
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The Park Lane punch up escalates
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somebody's teeth have gone
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it's too much for the coppers
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there's a RIOT going on, so
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call in the Army, call in the Army...
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Park Lane quickly turns into a bloothbath
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a disco boy lies unconcious on the red path,
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Coppers helmets knocked off in the gutter
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all because of a trendy towny nutter
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[Chorus]
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Park Lane Punch Up
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| Toy Dolls |
