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(intro) D9 D D9 D (x2)
This town was tailor-made for dying in
And on these streets the gutters are for crying in.
And no-one’s flying in anytime soon
We’re all lying in bed until noon.
Knock-kneed and hackneyed, it was ever thus
If we’re not waiting for a kidney we’re waiting for a bus.
I got a cold call on a hot summer’s day;
I didn’t really – it’s just written that way.
Feisty harridans, angels and crones
Get the Haynes and call Suranne Jones.
Cupcakes and clichés, new drama for spring
Thanks for the warning, I’m gonna be in Beijing.
Rodney Ontong and Lynsey de Paul
On the ale on the Antonine, Antonine Wall.
He bleating keenly on seven point nine
She veering wildly away from the line.
Away from the line, away from the line
Away from the …….