George, George and David were the top
In my first job,
A chemist in the lab
To make more of
Our Daz and Fairy Snow.
Yet even then those Geordie girls
Were after me,
And down the pub
When slightly pissed they'd
Touch my thigh or more.
Work, booze and sex
Were all the thing,
Yet in my bedsit late at night
I'd write another me,
Where love was all
And loneliness a sacrifice
Worth much, much more
Than pumping laundry powder.
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