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(heaton/rotheray)
it&#39;s and even big ben
is trying to get his head down for a kip
but no sooner is it down
and then it&#39;s on with dressing gown
for this city very rarely loses grip
But i have a friend who&#39;s never up by
he&#39;s fast asleep with mouth open wide
he&#39;s lost a lot of jobs, but he&#39;s won a lot of friends
and he says to me, he cannot tell the time
It&#39;s and we&#39;re coughing up the phlegm
spitting out the taste of night before
and we&#39;ll vomit and we&#39;ll choke
just to climb their tatty rope
well this city has its charm, and its claw
And he&#39;ll blame his clock
or he&#39;ll say he&#39;s lost his socks
and they&#39;ll tell you that he&#39;s been bitten by a snake
his excuses are an art
from the bottom of his heart
and he thinks of them whenever he awakes
It&#39;s we&#39;re on the road again
racing for a placing at the top
and it says green for go
for the people in the know
but for the others all it says is red for stop
It&#39;s cold and its damp
and they&#39;ve dug him a grave
and the merchants still in bed
and scrawled upon the headboard
for the whole wide world to see
&quot;died in the arms of big ted&quot;

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