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Peter And The Test Tube Babies

't come in yet, that's in three bars time. It's just me and the piano, and this sweet lullaby. Here are the drums now, and a power guitar chord. And

Del says .. "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station, Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!" I can't go out and socialise

You're a child molester from down town. Get little kids and pull their pants down. Put plastic bags upon their heads. Suffocate them until they're dead

You really haven't got a clue, you sit and watch your house burn down. We don't need you to hang around, waiting for a break to make the same mistake.

I'm gonna' tell you a lil' story now, about unrequited love .. .. There must be something better, there must be something more, there must be some good

how far, now that I'm next to you. No more dreaming about tomorrow, forgetting all the lonlieness and sorrow. How can I say it's all because of you and

Elvis had an heart-attack, 'cos he got too bleedin' fat. He weighed nearly half a ton, he looked more like a pregnant mum. Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead

, every second counts. The years gone by can't be replaced, he recollects the time of waste. Moments lost he could have used, like college, marriage, work and

this crap, not me, no me, no ta. Just get 'em in and then get home and then get into bed, I'll be there when the pub shuts and you can give me head.