I still believe in Sunday as being a day of rest
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And maybe it's because I'm an Irishman
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That I like Dublin best
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Still whose who are you to tell me I'm alright Fred
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But don't let that worry your son
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For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
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Have yourself A-tomic bomb
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Now introducing Maisie(Maisie) and on my right Will be
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Both of whom are here now represented by
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Our good friend U.V.I.P.
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Whose mundane conjectural I'd recommend
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Only if you like rocking jazz
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Intermingled with an ounce of U double K
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Full of eastern Raj Matazz
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Close your eyes and the door don't forge-t
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If you do I take it you know what to expect
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[Break]
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Still whose who are you to tell me I'm alright
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Fred but don't let that worry your son
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For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
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Have yourself a (really)
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Tour-de-force-a(yearly)
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Non-de-plume A-tomic bomb
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Feeling tired one degree under Oh -
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What you need is picking up so off you go
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(Get picked up you know)
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[Break]
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Whose mundane conjectural I'd recommend
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Only if you like rocking jazz
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Intermingled with an ounce of U double K
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Full of Eastern (promise)
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Without a doubting (Thomas)
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Polynesian Raj Matazz
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January Git
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| Gilbert O'Sullivan |
