| All we ever wanted was a vault for all our stories
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| A place to stash the grievances of the Lib, Dems and the Tories
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| So we took to the streets with baseball bats 'cause they never gave us none of
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| that
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| They said «show us your appreciation for the loveliest man in town»
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| For the Loveliest man in town can’t be found
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| Anywhere in town
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| Inside the church sleeps the vicar
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| Dreaming of young boys and a clown
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| It doesn’t get much sicker
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| Until the viceroy comes to town
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| He knows not what he’s walking into but he’ll surely come around
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| Forced to come to Jesus and to weep beneath his crown
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| 'Cause it’s impossible to pin him down
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| He’s the loveliest man in town…
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| Allow me to interject here, to lessen the stress and strife
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| I’ve lived in this town for forty years
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| It’s been the best forty years of me life
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| And, oh, we watch our gardens glow
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| And cups of tea happen…
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| All the pubs have been shuttered
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| All the sinners have done sinned
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| The last insults have all been muttered
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| And the rubbish blows in the wind
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| A barmaid on her way back home
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| Happens upon a weak piss rome
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| She helps him to his feet
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| And she turns him back around
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| He said «Hey what’s with that awful frown
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| I’m the loveliest man in town»
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| The loveliest man in town…
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| The loveliest man in town…
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| The loveliest man in town… |