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Housemartins Now That's What I Call Quite Good... I Can't Put My Finger On It As Martin said to Xanthe As they played with wooden toys. "You may have Wendy's playhouse, But where the hell's your boy?" As Paul said to Fifi As they eyed each other up, You may have better plimpsoles But you can't pee standing up." And I'd like to take time to bite Their neck and make it bleed Or maybe I could cut holes in their Daddy's Harris Tweed Chorus: And I can't put my finger on it Maybe it's something in their food And I can't put my finger on it All I know Christ would've sued. As Sharon said to Jamie As they sat down for a chat "If you think I'm cooking dinner, Well, prepare to eat dead rat." As Debbie said to Alex As they held hands in the park, "How comes you wear Rupert Check When you think you're so hard." I should've done his Land Rover To let him know I'd been, Instead I wrote "F' off" On the dirt across his screen Chorus. I wish I'd let them know I was here A drop of arsenic in the wine, Sulfuric acid in the beer. |
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