So we all went down to the esplanade
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Where the lager tastes like lemonade
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All the boys were dressed up fine
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All the girls were dancing in line
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I get the news that someone wants to smack me in the head
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My lips they to quiver and I wish that I was dead
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But I couldn’t go home 'cos it wouldn’t be right
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'Cos even if you lose you’ve got to stay and fight
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I make a few discreet inquiries at the bar
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They say just watch out for the smarty with the scar
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It’s mind over matter Laurie Henderson don’t mind
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What is mind it doesn’t matter, what is matter, never mind
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of growing up, it’s part of growing up
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of growing up, it’s part of growing up
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of life
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Well I got so drunk that I fell off the bar
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So Laurie offered me a lift home in his car
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Trouble started in the pub car park
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Boots and braces in the dark
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Laurie Henderson vanished without trace
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And they did the skinhead moon-stomp on my face
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of growing up, it’s part of growing up
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of growing up, it’s part of growing up
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of life
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of growing up, it’s part of growing up
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of growing up, it’s part of growing up
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Getting beaten up, getting beaten up
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It’s part of life
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Getting beaten up
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Getting beaten up
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Getting beaten up
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Getting beaten up… |