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I would have waited a minute but the minutes had gone
They knock off at four-thirty their Union is strong
Left me holding a pig in a poke
And feeling like a punchline without any joke
I think it's fair to say these aren't Arcadian days
Caveat emptor is my middle name
Always the optimist, never the bride
Given the choice I'll always pick the wrong side
They were gone, gone, gone,
So long, long, long
I thought they'd lost their way
They were gone, gone, gone,
So long, long, long
I assumed they'd gone astray
I liked you once, or was it twice
But I really should have taken some professional advice
Now I'm paying for failure of your fools endeavour
And a water bill about the size of Nebuchadnezzar's.
I live out my days on the crest of a slump
Scanning through the small print till I've got the hump
Terms and conditions never won fair lady
Now there's wolves at the door and rats in the belfry
They've been gone, gone, gone,
So long, long, long
Did they take the scenic route?
They've been gone, gone, gone,
So long, long, long
If they're not here soon I'm gonna have to leave
Safe in a fortress on my Maginot line
Straightforward metaphor for a life that's passing by
Through Belgium
I've never been near a university but I've got a lot of records by XTC
A bit part player in a very small pond
Hanging on for dear life to my sense of pun
I girdle my loins and I quench my fists
The very merry model of a modern humanist
A sentence is worth at least a thousand selfies
If you're not going to buy it put it back on the shelf please
They've been gone, gone, gone,
So long, long, long
I don't think they're coming back
They've been gone, gone, gone,
So long, long, long
I've nothing left to say
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I used to really love you
But I've just won a million pounds
Though that's not much these days it doesn't pain me to say
I can afford to have better things than you around
So you're for the chop dear
You've a few days to clear your gear
I know it doesn't seem fair but I don't really care
Moan as much as you like but do it elsewhere
I'll do you one last favour
And have that mangy cat of yours put down
It'll be kinder that way now you've no where to stay
So sling your hook and be on your way
Through the rain and snow, the rain and snow
You've got no home nowhere to go
Lost, alone, afraid, aground
If no one's looking you can't be found
Faceless in your own home town
It's not that you're forgotten
Now I'm a millionaire
But I'm told that with wealth you keep it all for yourself
And one day it somehow gets to trickle down
Like the urine from a wino
Or the water seeping through your shoes
This is what we're coming to
Where people beg for luxuries like food
In the rain and snow, the rain and snow
You've got no home nowhere to go
It's one way to keep the numbers down
Hunger, exposure, or disease
The homeless die faster living on the streets
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Man Of Arun Horsham, UK
I am somewhat terrified at the thought that so much hideous and bad music may be put on record forever.
Arthur Sullivan 1888
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