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Half Man Half Biscuit
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The Bane of Constance
“Come now, Vince”, she said
“We can't continue in this way
Seems to me there's something on your mind
Should I accept a ride
In a tiny craft about your head
Tell me, Vince, the truth
What would I find?”
Horse-drawn yawns upon the driveway
Victory V ice cream in stock
Eintracht Oblong, I should oil my chain
Our front door is Sagittarius, two bored kids are underfed
And Heswall Flower Club owe me one pound twelve
This is what you'd find
If you were in that craft today
Doubtless different were you to return
I would not blame you in the least
If you cut short the flight
Make good your escape
It's not your concern
Where's the beetroot? Where the ibex?
Dubbing mixer Freddie Slade
Alpine lockjaw, it was on the cards
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Can I buy inflatable dictators anywhere round here?
Iron Age mums are haunting my cagoule
Goose shoes, scoop off the roadkill
Straight six, jet-wash the Viceroy
Summerhill, shite on the back nine
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
I said Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
Come on, Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
You're a fine looking woman, Mirabelle
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
You still with that chiseller Idris?
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
Hey, he's got the ginger beer concession outside the British Museum
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
We should go to Halfords some time
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
You and me – not him
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief
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