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Please let me come mooch round your house I will tell what I'm on about Talking all the way the warden spoon Let's go down and sing my fun room My fun room I can't stand open yea you can't sit down You've started sweating in your dressing gown You've standing in the way of mac the worm I thought I said I wanted just one part Just one part Riding out your food the hills and snow Your mind is burning like a inferno The scotch the left way spoiled the crop Now please just tell me when it's gonna stop Gonna stop Sit yourself down in the old arm chair That modern living's getting you nowhere It keeps on ringing but there's no one home It better not be mother on the phone On the phone From Letras Mania