I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F'son
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My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run
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Brother did whatever he could
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Drank a jar of Jasper's
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Bag a brace of rabbits with stone and wood
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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We'd hear it from the people of the town,
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They'd call us
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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When late at night all the bikers came around
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We send 'em back to town
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There once was a bloke who owned a Capri
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Sideburns and flares, he was learning Tai Chi
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Said he'd take me to a sacred land
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I was young and restless
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Got as far as Weston and passed out on the sand
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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We'd hear it from the people of the town,
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They'd call us
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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When late at night all the men would come around
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And get our trolleys down
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That long summer was a whirl of madness on the wild
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Weston shore
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We played bingo and the one-armed bandits
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And I'm sure he took me for a whore
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I really should have shown him the door
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She was born in the wagon of a Massey F'son
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I began to holler and the fella he ran
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I just did whatever I could
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Drank a jar of Jasper's
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Probably much more than a mother should
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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We'd hear it from the people of the town,
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They'd call us
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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When late at night all the bikers came around
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We send 'em back to town
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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We'd hear it from the people of the town,
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They'd call us
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Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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When late at night all the bikers came around
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We send 'em back to town
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Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves
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Inkubus Sukkubus |