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Happy hippy - Ian Dury

"Im hanging up my hang-ups Ere I turn into a blank automoton You wont find me on the treadmill You can tell em Willy boy has been and gone Yes mogadon times over Therell be an empty bed in babylon Cos im"

Mash it up Harry - Ian Dury

"Hes got his little Y-fronts and his got his little vest Hes got his little parting in his hair Hes got his little trousers and hes got his little shoes And he wants a bit of Wembley up you-know-where Hes"

Mischief - Ian Dury

"Robbed R. Pearson's paper, Lauren spent his half Ricky loves a kicking and he wants to join the guards Barry breaks the windows of his broken home Have a guess. His tiny mind's been stonned Lionel touches"

One love - Ian Dury

"One looks for happiness One longs to find a partner One knows that nowadays One love will be the answer One sees a crazy world One needs a fresh perspective One comes to realise One love's a true objective"

Spasticus - Ian Dury

"I'm spasticus, I'm spasticus I'm spasticus autisticus I'm spasticus, I'm spasticus I'm spasticus autisticus I'm spasticus, I'm spasticus I'm spasticus autisticus I wibble when I piddle Cos my middle is"

Sueperman's big sister - Ian Dury

"Till I met her, I thought I knew the answers I thought a bit of treatment was all a body needs I'll take you where the haps are All the handsome chaps are Squeeze you till I make your feelings bleed She"

Thank you mum - Ian Dury

"Thank you, mum Your rascal son Has seen the error of his ways I stole your purse and smashed the crocks You done my trousers washed my socks Dragged me screaming to the doc's Drink your medicine, chicken"

That's not all - Ian Dury

"While these minutes of no good Bloody slowly drift away It's you that comes to help him now That's not all he wants to say Tomorrow And Tomorrow Tomorrow And Tomorrow Tomorrow And Tomorrow Tries to keep"

Two dogs without a name - Ian Dury

"Two old dogs without a name Trucking down the road to glory Seeking not to blaze in fame But to leave a blazing story Being roadies is their game Rough of trouser, hair of hoary They're the ones you cannot"

Uncoolohol - Ian Dury

"fa la la la la The war cry of the raging drunken sot That sends un-welcome pains right up your bot It bellows forth from coperate windows all night long mucks up common thought of right and wrong Uncoolohol"

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