Suited and booted for a night out on the town
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With a sleeping bag and a couple of cans
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It's Saturday
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Suited and booted run a flick-comb through my hair
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And if you don't speak the word on the street
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Na na na nah no-one there...
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All dressed up and I'm in my prime
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All dressed up and I wear what I like
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I'm soon to be seen
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'Cos the city is mean
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All dressed up and I wear my soul
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While my mind is warm but my heart's still cold
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I'm back on the scene
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I'm fighting keen
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Suited and booted, talking in the old cliches
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Like the how-d'you-do's and the I-love-yous
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It's Saturday
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Still cocteau-colours blow to the wind
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With a downtown downbeat gaze
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Looking for the uptown up temper lads
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Na na na na nah flick-knife through
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All dressed up and I'm in my prime
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All dressed up and I wear what I like
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I'm soon to be seen
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'Cos the city is mean
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All dressed up and I wear my soul
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While my mind is warm but my heart's still cold
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I'm back on the scene
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I'm fighting keen
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Ahowww!
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All dressed up and I'm in my prime
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All dressed up, wear what I like
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I'm soon to be seen
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'Cos the city is mean
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All dressed up with a mean tattoo
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If you dont look round I'll make sure that you do
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I'll kill to be seen
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An identity.
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Suited & Booted
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| My Life Story |
