Текст (слова) песни: Gilbert O`sullivan - January Git
I still believe in Sunday as being a day of rest And maybe it`s because I`m an Irishman That I like Dublin best Still whose who are you to tell me I`m alright Fred But don`t let that worry your son For when he grows up and gets blown out of here Have yourself A-tomic bomb Now introducing Maisie(Maisie) and on my right Will be Both of whom are here now represented by our good friend U.V.I.P. Whose mundane conjectural I`d recommend Only if you like rocking jazz Intermingled with an ounce of U double K full of eastern Raj Matazz Close your eyes and the door don`t forge-t If you do I take it you know what to expect
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Still whose who are you to tell me I`m alright Fred but don`t let that worry your son For when he grows up and gets blown out of here Have yourself a (really) Tour-de-force-a(yearly) non-de-plume A-tomic bomb Feeling tired one degree under Oh - What you need is picking up so off you go (Get picked up you know)
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Whose mundane conjectural I`d recommend Only if you like rocking jazz Intermingled with an ounce of U double K Full of Eastern (promise) Without a doubting (Thomas) Polynesian Raj Matazz
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