| I’ve got a good track record
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| For taking the hurdles blind
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| Off at the crack of dawn with Virginia on my mind
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| I’m the man they call upon to drum up a thousand pounds
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| Lately Ginny can’t raise me ready
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| For the country roads inside her dressing gown
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| Any day now the adulterer will arrive in my suburb
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| Knock at the door with a pretext to enter my Habitat house
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| There are black cats in the sheets, I’ve been anticipating trouble
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| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from the sack
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| Next thing you know he’ll be giving her
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| A piece of his mind on her back
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| Sweeping the ash from the sack
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| Isn’t it good to know
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| You’ve got third party, fire and theft?
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| We used to be a well-matched wrestle
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| Used to set the bed on fire
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| But I got high cholesterol and Virginia low tar
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| In the mirror I’m managing director
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| The bedroom’s plant and staff
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| The only thing in line for promotion though
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| Is Virginia’s derisory laugh
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| Any day now the adulterer will arrive in my suburb
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| Knock at the door with a pretext to enter my Charles Church house
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| There are Number 10s in the sheets, I’ve been anticipating trouble
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| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from my sack
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| Next thing you know he’ll be giving her
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| A piece of his mind on her back
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| Sweeping the ash from the sack
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| Isn’t it good to know
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| You’ve got third party, fire and theft?
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| Last call for the cock of the walk
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| He’s first in line for the fist
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| But cuff-links don’t suit fisticuffs and I can’t afford to sprain my wrist
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| So limp and pale from the wear and tear
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| Of high-powered, hard-nosed lives
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| Me and my ilk write him fat blank cheques
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| On our naked, waiting wives
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| Any day now the adulterer will arrive in our suburbs
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| Knock at the door with a Durex to enter my Laura Ashley wives
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| The Marlboro Man’s intervening in the sheets, anticipating trouble
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| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from the sack
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| Next thing you know he’ll be giving us
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| A piece of his mind on our backs
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| Sweeping the ash from the sack
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| Isn’t it good to know
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| You’ve got third party, fire …
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| … And theft
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| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from our sack
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| Next thing you know he’ll be giving us
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| A piece of his mind on our backs
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| Sweeping the ash from the sack
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| Isn’t it good to know? |