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B R U V V A

I love to come to your lovely house

taken an eight quid train-ticket to spend some time with you

and Wings are on the jukebox

I’m knockin’ at your door

I’m ringin’ the bell

Open the door, brother

And let me in.

 

Let’s put our best gear on

My primark suit and your... anything

It all looks good.

I’ll have a power shower and you’ll soak in the Jacuzzi

We are rocket men, brother

I Think It's Going To Be A Long, Long Time

Before we get to do this again

 

I’ll just nip to the co-op

For your vodka and coke

And I’m touched that you trust me with your change

It’s all there, but you know that

Which is why we are brothers, brother

And it’s why we can’t wait to dance to him

On the stage where we first met

 

‘ello my little friend

We said ‘ello and danced to Morrissey

We said ‘ello and drank the finest wines known to humanity

We installed a jukebox

We didn’t buy any wellies

We ordered cider and ice

We became brothers

And we danced all the way

We danced all the way.

What's For Tea, My Love? ►

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