| Small pleasures, small pleasures
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| Who would deny us these?
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| Not me
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| Gin toddies -- large measuress --
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| No skimpin' if you please!
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| I rough it,
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| I love it
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| Life is a game of chance.
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| I never tire of it --
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| Leading this merry dance.
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| If you don’t mind having to go without things
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| It’s a fine life.
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| It’s a fine life.
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| Tho' it ain’t all jolly old pleasure outings…
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| It’s a fine life
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| It’s a fine life.
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| When you got someone to love
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| You forget your cares and strife
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| Let the prudes look down on us
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| Let the wide world frown on us
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| It’s a fine fine life
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| Who cares if straightlaces
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| Sneer at us in the street?
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| Fine airs and fine graces
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| Don’t have to sin to eat.
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| We wander through London
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| Who knows what we many find?
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| There’s pockets left undone
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| On many a behind.
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| If you don’t mind taking it as it turns out,
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| It’s a fine life!
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| It’s a fine life!
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| Keep the candle burning until it burns out
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| It’s a fine life.
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| It’s a fine life.
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| Though you sometimes do come by
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| The occasional black eye
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| You can always cover one
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| while he blacks the other one
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| But you don’t dare cry.
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| No flounces, no feathers
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| No frills and furbelows
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| All winds and all weathers
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| Ain’t good for fancy clo’es
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| These trappings,
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| These ta’ers
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| These we can just afford.
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| What future?
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| What ma’ers?
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| We’ve got our bed and board.
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| If you don’t mind having to deal with fagin
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| It’s a fine life!
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| It’s a fine life!
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| Though diseased rats threaten to bring the plague in
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| It’s a fine life!
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| It’s a fine life!
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| But the grass is green and dense
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| On the right side of the 'fence'.
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| And we take good care of it
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| That we get our share of it
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| And we don’t mean pence.
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| No! |
| If you don’t mind having to like or lump it…
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| It’s a fine life
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| It’s a fine life!
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| Tho' there’s no tea-supping and eating crumpet
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| It’s a fine life!
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| It’s a fine life!
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| Not for me, the happy home
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| Happy husband, happy wife
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| Tho' it sometimes touches me…
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| …For the likes of such as me…
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| Mine’s a fine…
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| Fine… life! |