| You ask me to write a song
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| Saying how it really feels
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| To have a wife and a baby and a flatlet
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| And not enough money, money to eat
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| You’re laughing with your friends
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| Always giggling with your friends
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| You’re saying it’s the end
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| I’m finished, I’m done, I’m driven round the bend
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| Chorus: I know what you’re thinking
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| I know my brain is shrinking yeah
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| I really live round here (x3)
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| I’m not a millionaire and my patience is thin
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| You’re laughing at my wife
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| Always laughing at my wife
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| Always beaming at my wife
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| And every time you do it, you’re cutting like a knife
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| My children they’re scared
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| They’re truly truly scared
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| Frightened out of their wits
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| You scare them, you scare them to bits now
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| Chorus
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| Have mercy on me
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| I’m like you, can’t you see
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| I’m just looking for a friend
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| Friendship, friendship, this is where it ends
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| I’m going away
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| To some fields far away
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| Build myself a country house
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| I’m living in the basement as frightened as a mouse, yeah
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| I know my head is shrinking
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| I really live round here (x3)
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| I’m not a millionaire and my patience ??
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| I really live round here (x3)
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| I’m not a millionaire and my patience ??
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| Ah ah ah you’re laughing
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| Ah ah ah always laughing
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| Ah ah ah laughing at me Laughing at me (repeat) |