Mornings are never good for me,
Afternoons are more to my liking.
You mustn't think this means I'm lazy.
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Monday morning, and the weekend is
Over, it's back to the grindstone again;
No one is happy, they feel in the
Death-zone, moaning in sorrow and pain;
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When the call came to stand and fight
no soul refused, no, none took flight;
The ask alone, the rallying-call,
the echo: 'England shall not fall.'
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I hope it starts, I hope it starts
I really hope it does
I hope it starts, or else it's walking,
that, or catch the bus.
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Peace is so boring
Let's go have a war,
That's just what the guns
And the soldiers are for;
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There is a young man from Iran
Who's milk always spills from the pan,
His name is Ellias
He stands on a bias
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E...lec...tricity
Why not Lectric let it be?
Where I come from, that's what we
Call it anyway you see.
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Oh, give me a home
Where there ain't not no home,
And there's peace
In the homestead all day;
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I ought to beware: my wife is back
The phone is now under transistor-attack;
It won't be a quick or an easy death
She'll kill it by sheer bombardment of breath.
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I shudder to think
What life would be like
If women, like men, started thinning;
No peace would be found,
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