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The Dance Brigade Cocka Deafen
Growling and snarling about your stated place
With your head held high and tail to the sky
We cocka deafen at what you have to say
Cock of the walk from Leicester Square
off Waterloo, Pall Mall through the east of Mayfair
Whatever you're selling, I've already paid
So stop raining on my parade
Crying
crying
But nobody's listening
Crying
crying
But nobody hears you
Skulk St James after dark
Howling and wailing but silent you bark
You think you're shit don't stink
but we all have our traits
One whiff of failure and you're through the gates
Like running up an endless hill
You catch you're breath but you can't stand still
For the trees at the top a stones throw away
Be-bop-a-lula every dog has its day
So strike up let the band play
I'm a fully fledged member of the Dance Brigade
The picnic is set, the teas been made
So let's bury this sad charade
Crying
crying
But nobody's listening
Crying
crying
But nobody hears you
Everybody's curious to meet the man
Everybody's here to offer their hand
Lay back on the couch, relax your pride
After all we're naked, we've nothing to hide
You prowl the streets throughout the day
Growling and snarling about your state of grace
With your head held high and tail to the sky
We turn a deafen at what you have to say
Cock of the walk from Leicester Square
off Waterloo, Pall Mall through the east of Mayfair
Whatever you're selling, I've already paid
So stop pissing on my parade
Skulk St James after dark
Howling and wailing but silent you bark
You think you're shit don't stink
but we all have our traits
One whiff of failure and you're through the gates
Crying
crying
But nobody's listening
Crying
crying
But nobody hears you
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