Well I've never been to school, never been to college
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Sooner be dead that stuff me head with a load of useless knowledge
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I never couldn't see no point in history
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'Cos I weren't there, so I don't care,
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So don't tell I, tell 'E!
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Chorus: Don't tell I, tell 'E, that's my philosophy
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When folks do swear, and tear their hair,
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Don't tell I, tell 'E!
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Young Sarah Jones one day, got in the family way
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Her father come, with a gurt big gun, said he "You'll have to pay."
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He chased I up a tree, and I hollered "Leave I be,
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'Cos I happen to know it were your son Joe,
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So don't blame I, blame 'E!
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Repeat Chorus
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While cyclin' out one night, a PC came in sight,
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He'll make it hot, 'cos I ain't got no brakes, no bell, no light.
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"I'll sling the book at thee," that copper said with glee,
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I said "Sling all you like, 'tis your Dad's bike,
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So don't blame I, blame "E!"
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Repeat Chorus
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Now we got a lift to town, with good old Farmer Brown
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On a ten ton truck, with a load o' muck, and when he set us down
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A drink we did agree, it would be good for we,
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The barmaid rose, she 'eld 'er nose, I said,
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"Don't smell I, smell 'E!"
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Repeat Chorus
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Old vicar came along, he said "You know, 'tis wrong,
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That you gets tight on a Friday night," I answered he real strong.
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"Now vicar you'll agree, the Lord created me,
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And I'm afraid, that's how I'm made,
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So don't tell I, tell 'E!"
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Repeat Chorus (twice)
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Don't Tell I, Tell 'E
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| The Wurzels |
