We were born by the Thames' running water, sons of the social disorder 

Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol 

But we tired of the constant surrender to those with a hidden agenda 

So we fought with the best, now it's time for a rest as we say our last farewell 



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Goodbye, we're calling it day, we're having it away, we're gonna say goodbye 

Goodbye, there's nothing left to say, we're getting in the way 

We're gonna say goodbye 



For the holidays in Devon, for the spirit of seventy-seven 

For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and the gigs 

And the making of the fuss 

For the friends who knew just where to find us 

For the mates who were always behind us 

When you're next in a pub or a bar or a club, have a drink on us 



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