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I linger and gawp When the council dig a big hole And I cheer for a corner I don’t know why, they rarely lead to a goal The greatest surface underfoot is springy turf Why does the winner of Mr Universe Always come from Earth? I feel I should be more upset Since you went to live in Delph I should be writing songs about you But I’m too wrapped up in myself At DFS a job I have landed But I don’t get paid for the first five years TNS in The Blob mob-handed According to what one hears Outlandish rumour is my sport Oyez, oyez I’ve just seen Vengloš in Rock Ferry buying energy drinks He’s deffo taking over God knows I’ve tried to put you into verse But unfortunately When it comes to things such as this Letras de cancionesIt’s all me, me, me You’re so beige I bet you think this song’s about someone else Standard Liège See how it all unfolds when I try to include you? I’ll fit you in some day, somehow A thousand words but not right now I’ve got a few lines on Gerry Gow I had three in one packet in ’78 I went back to the shop in a manner irate Newsagent said: “Have you got a two pence piece?” I said: “Yes” He said: “Go and ring someone who cares” As told to a boil on the cab driver’s neck As told to a boil on the cab driver’s neck again From Letras Mania