| I spy with my little eye
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| Anything here that I can buy.
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| I see a little thatched cottage
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| Looking so neat
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| With compulsory purchase we can buy it up cheap.
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| Then we’ll pull up the floor boards,
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| Knock down the walls,
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| Rock the foundations,
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| Until the house falls.
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| Like a pack of cards,
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| Crashing to the ground.
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| Then we’ll build a row
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| Of identical boxes
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| And sell them all off at treble the profits.
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| Demolition.
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| The deeds are in my pocket,
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| I’ve got a contract in my hand.
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| An opportunity for luxury living.
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| I’ll arrange the mortgage
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| To be repaid a hundred percent.
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| I can’t wait around so make your decision.
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| We’ll buy up all the cottages
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| And every house and every street,
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| Until we’ve got everything we need.
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| Every town in the vicinity,
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| Every farm and village green.
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| We’re gonna buy up everything,
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| Then it’s Demolition.
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| Demolition. |
| Demolition.
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| Two up, two down,
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| It hasn’t got a garden,
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| But it’s got a lovely patio.
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| Stainless steel kitchen sink,
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| Gas fired central heating,
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| Whaaa -- specifically designed for modern-day living,
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| Nothing’s permanent and nothing lasts,
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| We’ve sold all the houses so put 'em up fast.
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| We’re gonna buy up this town
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| And pull it all down.
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| How I love to hear the demolition sound
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| Of concrete crashing to the ground.
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| Demolition.
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| It’s time to make some money,
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| It’s time to get rich quick.
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| It’s the wonderful world of capitalism.
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| I’ve got to make a profit,
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| I’ve got to satisfy my greed,
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| It’s my faith and my religion,
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| Demolition. |
| Demolition. |
| Demolition.
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| And we’ll buy up the towns,
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| And we’ll knock 'em all down
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| Build a brand new world of our own.
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| (repeat) |