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Now Billy he sits on his bum all night long
Bashing his drums without fear
Ask him to sing you a song and I swear
Green River never sounded so fair. |
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There's a man on guitar they call him Trevor
He plays squeeze box and harmonica too
Give him a chance and he'll teach you to dance
And tell yah tales too wild to be true.
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Old Chester he fancies himself with gadgets
He's got widgets and woofers galore
Give him a chance and he'll wire up his banjo
To pick out a toe tapping score.
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Yes it's a fact we're a hard mob to track
So a bass drives a beat we can hear
That job lies with Cracker and it doesn't matter
He 'l l play all night long for great cheer. |
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There's Marko the boss he calls all the shots
But the band never toes his line
He don't stay up too late but we call him our mate
Cos he writes a lot of our songs. |
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They call Chris the midget because of his stature
But his hearts as big as a whale
He'll sing you and song and dance all night long
Just remember to top up his ale.
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