| Looking for the working man’s cafe
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| In the shopping centre of the town
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| Looking for somewhere to fit in
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| In among the retail outlets
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| Bought a pair of new designer pants
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| Where the fruit and veg man used to stand
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| I always used to see him there
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| Selling old apples and pears
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| Chatting up the pretty girls
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| With knocked off goods in the van
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| Don’t you know he was a working man
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| Long ago he was a working man
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| And we sat in the working man’s cafe
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| The working man’s cafe
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| Everything around me seems unreal
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| Everywhere I go it looks and feels like America
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| We’ve really come a long way down this road
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| Improving our surroundings as we go
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| Changing our roots and culture
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| But don’t you know
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| Long ago there was a working man
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| Don’t you know we were all working men
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| And we’d sit and pass the time of day
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| At the working man’s cafe
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| I thought I knew you then but will I know you now?
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| There’s gotta be a place for us to meet
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| I’ll call you when I’ve found it
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| I only hope that life has made us a little more grounded
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| Hey man, I see you now
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| Oh oh, we were all working men
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| And here we are at the working man’s cafe
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| It’s really good to see us come so far
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| But haven’t we forgotten who we are
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| Taking out a larger loan
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| Equity relief and mortgages
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| We all seem to pass the time of day
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| Online at the internet cafe
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| And if you forget my face
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| In case you’ve forgotten just who I am
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| I’m the kid with the greasy spoon
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| Firmly held in my hand
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| Don’t you know I was a working man
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| Long ago we were all working men
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| And we sat and spent the time of day
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| At the working man’s cafe
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| Yeah, at the working man’s cafe |