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Oh, Mr Robinson And his quango
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Dirty dealer Expensive car
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Runs the buses and the Evening Star
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He got a hairpiece
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Ooh, he got herpes His private life is very discreet
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A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet
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He's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing
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He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring
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Oh, Mr Robinson And his quango
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Drinks with generals and county wives
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The family business is doing alright
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They're doing tangos Down in the quangos
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He makes them tick Ooh, he makes them tock
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And if you don't fit He put you in the dock
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He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb
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Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
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He ran into the toilets in the town hall
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He got his biro out and wrote on the wall
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"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
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I've got stocking and suspenders on
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I'm feeling rather loose" Ooh, I'm a naughty boy
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Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy
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