Good-bye-ee! good-bye-ee! Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee. Tho' it's hard to part I know, I'll be tickled to death to see you go. Don't cry-ee! don't sigh-ee! There's a silver lining in the sky-ee. Bonsoir old thing, cheerio! chin chin! Nah-poo! Toodle-oo! Good-bye-ee!
Well the men come in these places and the men are all the same You don't look at their faces and you don't ask their names You don't think of them as human You don't think of them at all You keep your mind on the money keeping your eyes on the wall I'm your privatising dancer a dancer for money I'll do what you want me to do I'm your privatising dancer a dancer for money and any old music will do
Well the men come in these placesand the men are all the sameYou don't look at their facesand you don't ask their namesYou don't think of them as humanYou don't think of them at allYou keep your mind on the moneykeeping your eyes on the wallI'm your
Saw this on twitter. Poster suggesting a rewrite of FairyTale of New York and suggested this for a start.
You 5cumbag You M4ggot. You sh4gged Diane Abbott.
Saw this on twitter.Poster suggesting a rewrite of FairyTale of New York and suggested this for a start.You 5cumbag You M4ggot.You sh4gged Diane Abbott.