| Well, I’ve been sing most my lifetime
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| Of Rockall, strong men an' Botany Bay
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| Singing songs of love and hope and freedom
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| While time had slowly slipped away
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| Have you noticed the policemen getting younger?
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| And the bus men, they’re getting younger too
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| While all my friends are getting older
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| I have stayed the same, you know it’s true
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| And Janey Mac, I’m nearly forty
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| I think my hair is turning grey
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| I’ll be on the pension very shortly
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| And how I long for yesterday
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| We’re so long together, it’s a record
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| We should be in the Guinness book of fame
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| For twenty-five long years we’ve been together
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| And just for spite, we’ll do the same again
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| But there’s silver threads in Tommy’s whiskers
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| And Derek with the beard, he’s getting bald
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| While though he’s getting kind of grumpy
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| While I am just not getting old
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| And Janey Mac, I’m nearly forty
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| I think my hair is turning grey
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| I’ll be on the pension very shortly
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| And how I long for yesterday
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| So all you knockers and begrudgers
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| You will admit we have that touch of class
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| If not we’d send you our new record
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| And you can stick it up your — jumper!
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| And Janey Mac, I’m nearly forty
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| I think my hair is turning grey
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| I’ll be on the pension very shortly
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| And how I long for yesterday |