Take a look at the small print
Ignore the bold type
Let the flag's of plunder unfurl
It's just you and me
Against the world
The only thing we ever got from them
is sorrow
Lead on Macduff and I'll follow

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In spite of what you've been told about Elvis
the good die old and helpless
In hobbie hats and armchair football scarves
for the big match with Antartic thistle
They didn't catch the half time whistle
when they wheeled on the pop music stars
with their pop music guitars
And they were singing
1,2,3, happy neighbourhood
Do re me, so far so good

Because life, Mrs. Brown
It's just one big knees up
A night on the town, a storm in a teacup
(More like a teacup in a storm)
Where are the songs about boozers and buildings
banning the bomb and abusing the children
who'll one day be pop music stars
with their pop music guitars
And they'll be singing
1,2,3, happy neighbourhood
Do re me, so far so good