| Are we rolling?
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| Here we go then
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| And one, two, three,
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| Two, two, three
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| A boy was born to Jack and Marge in 1951
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| And what is love, is love, is love
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| And what is done, is done
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| The baby grew in size and rage
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| Beyond his normal years
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| And when there’s blood on every page
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| The diary ends in tears
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| One, two, three, four,
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| And I won’t forget the strangler
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| He’s a lesson to us all
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| A knight in shining armour
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| And nearly ten feet tall
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| I won’t forget the strangler
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| He’s the Bournemouth Buckaroo
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| His friends will always weep for him
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| And this I tell you true
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| I met him up in Finchley the man from TFA
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| He drove a black three-tonner containing our PA
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| He wore a thousand earrings and a diamond on his tooth
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| His multi-hued proboscis betrayed a stormy youth
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| The strangler on his roller-skates was over six foot ten
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| He had a double set of documents in the names of other men
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| Been on the road or off the road a thousand times since then
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| I only wish there’d come a chance to do it all again
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| And I won’t forget the strangler
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| And nor will many more
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| Salute the mighty strangler
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| Hear the mighty strangler roar
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| I won’t forget the strangler
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| He’s as volatile as wind
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| If no one’s getting loopy, then no one’s getting chinned
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| Later in the saga, we come to chapter two
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| Of big Pete Rush the strangler, the Bournemouth Buckaroo
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| We hit the road together, the Blockheads and their crew
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| A gram of whiz, a drop of vod, a can of special brew
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| From Spain to San Francisco we blazed a funky trail
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| With occasional disbursements to keep the strangler out of jail
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| When we got to New York City we had to let him go
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| 'Cos the dramas going on backstage were better than the show
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| And I won’t forget the strangler
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| And this point we drift apart
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| He said you placed a dagger now
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| Right in my strawberry tart
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| Full bound for death or glory
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| And worth his weight in gold
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| When the devil made the strangler, he threw away the mould
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| These are the scars of the life that I lead
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| The veins are from drink and the nose is from speed
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| A Stanley knife here which had me well geed
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| Do I get cut and do I not bleed?
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| Each purple patch upon my face
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| Shall rudely chart my fall from grace
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| I will not pass the Loving Cup until the patches all join up
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| Then Jenny came and told the news that big Pete Rush had died
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| And me and Baxter were so sad, it was a pity how we cried
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| The mighty sulphate strangler was the last one of his breed
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| Now he’s got a white three-tonner and he’s knocking out Godspeed
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| And I won’t forget the strangler
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| And nor will many more
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| Salute the mighty strangler
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| Hear the mighty strangler roar
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| I won’t forget the strangler
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| He’s as volatile as wind
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| He takes the world’s encumbrance
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| When it wasn’t him who sinned
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| I won’t forget the Strangler
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| I wish he hadn’t died
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| Now he’s hanging out with Lynott across the great divide
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| I won’t forget the strangler
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| He’s worth his weight in gold
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| When the devil made the strangler he threw away the mould
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| I won’t forget the Strangler
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| I won’t forget the Strangler
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| I won’t forget the Strangler
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| I won’t forget the Strangler |