Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter
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In the hope that you may soon be getting better
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I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor
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If you haven't then you know you really oughta
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I was worried so I went to see the vicar
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But before I could confess he first confessed to be a stripper
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Dear Mavis it was very strange to see him
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So I thought I'd write and ask your opinion
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Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal
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Or wether I should egg him on to turn professional
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If I dob on him they'll call him plastic scouser
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But the only thing the stripper wears is plastic trousers
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Mavis' opinion is all we really seek
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Mavis' opinion is all we
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Should we lie while he's still alive
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Should we lie while he's still alive
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'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it
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Dear Mavis thought I'd follow up my letter
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Drop a line about the fate of our poor vicar
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Very tragically his time on earth is ended
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Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders
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Dear Mavis if you tell us what our thoughts are
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And I hope that they're not biased 'cos you are the vicar's daughter
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Mavis' opinion is all we really seek
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Mavis' opinion is all we
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Should we lie now that he has died
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Should we lie now that he has died
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'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it
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And we know him as our vicar
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And by night a part-time stripper
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And the vicar got suspended
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In his stockings and suspenders
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And he's making wine from water
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While he dresses like his daughter
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And we know that he's a rip off
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'Cos we've seen him with his kit off
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Should we lie now that he has died
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Should we lie now that he has died
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'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it, oh fuck
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STRIPPER VICAR (LIVE)
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Mansun |