| The salmon gates of Humphrey Park
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| Look far less frightful in the dark
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| For tonight the sky candy shoot sparks
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| Of technicoloured reflective darts
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| The 'Product of Portugal' poured
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| Into the thimble Wendy wore
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| A junkie needs another hit
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| A captain goes down with his ship
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| Once again we’re in town with the rosé wine
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| And I am the clown, prince of crime
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| Once again it comes down to the rosé wine
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| Crown the clown, prince of crime
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| Once again it comes down to the rosé wine
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| Crown the clown, prince of crime
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| All is forgotten in the drowsy hum
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| Another drop of poison in a crumbling slum
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| The night is young but the moon is split
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| The night is young but the moon is split
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| Slaves, Graves, Daves
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| From Romford to Iraq
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| I can spot a hell of a lot
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| Of stars on McDonalds caps
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| And you’re billing me for every
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| Shitting bullet that you shoot
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| But the villainy you teach me
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| I shall execute
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| Once again we’re in town with the rosé wine
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| And I am the clown, prince of crime
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| Once again it comes down to the rosé wine
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| Crown the clown, prince of crime
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| Once again it comes down to the rosé wine
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| Crown the clown, prince of crime |