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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Wearing my buskins of mottled cordovan, I waited patiently for love
It came along in the shape of you but with another man
So go, Svetlana go; your palfrey awaits.
Consoled myself with a cheese and onion batch, ‘Sing To God’ by Cardiacs, and a beer
Then like a blockhead I followed you to the Odeon
Still wearing my buskins of mottled cordovan.
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[Verse 2]
Seems like my time machine is on the blink – this should be 1461
Now I can see I’m at Towton by the carnage
But Alfie Bass and that drone had got me foxed.
J-J-J-J-J Jimmy’s on overnights, Maureen’s on seven-three. Edward the Fourth is on self scan
Norman Hunter and Francis Lee are going toe to toe
Amongst the entrails of the slain.
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[Coda]
At the U R C, at the U R C, there’s a Persian rug sale at the U R C
At the U R C, at the U R C, there’s a Persian rug sale at the U R C