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Born in the middle of a second big baby boom
Those noisy boys just might have spoken up too soon
Now I’m looking for a little girl, I wonder where she’s gone
Big money for families having more than one
Opportunity, opportunity
This is your big opportunity
They shop around
Follow you without a sound
Whatever you do now
Don’t turn around
Whatever happened to the pride of the nation?
They say, just wait until you break formation
She was sitting pretty on a velvet cushion
But her bedroom eyes were like a button she was pushing
She said, when they get to dover they’ll be be taking over
I said I’d come to her defense and then she pulled me over
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I’m in the foxhole, I’m down in the trench
I’d be a hero but I can’t stand the stench
The fitness institute was full of general motormen
And the hello house of beauty wouldn’t stand a chance with them
The chairman of this boredom is a company collector
I’d like to be his funeral director
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Please don’t turn around...
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