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(strummer/jones)
He’s in love with rock’n’roll woaahh
He’s in love with gettin’ stoned woaahh
He’s in love with janie jones
But he don’t like his boring job, no...
An’ he knows what he’s got to do
So he knows he’s gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady!
An’ he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he’ll be over in his car for you
An’ in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he’s just like everyone, he’s got a ford cortina
That just won’t run without fuel
Fill her up, jacko!
An’ the invoice it don’t quite fit,
There’s no payola in his alphabetical file
This time he’s gonna really tell the boss
Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It’s pretty bad!
Let them know - how you feel
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