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My lovely lovely lovely horse.
My lovely horse (my lovely horse),
Running through the field (running through the field).
Where are you going,
With your fetlocks blowing
In the wind?
I want to shower you with sugarlumps.
And ride you over fences.
Polish your hooves every single day.
And bring you to the horse dentist.
My lovely lovely lovely horse.
My lovely horse (my lovely horse),
You’re a pony no more (you’re a pony no more).
Running around, with a man on your back,
like a train in the night…
Like a train in the night. (sax solo)
My lovely horse (my lovely horse),
Running through the field (running through the field).
Where are you going,
With your fetlocks blowing
In the wind?
I want to shower you with sugarlumps.
And ride you over fences.
Polish your hooves every single day.
And bring you to the horse dentist.
My lovely lovely lovely horse.
My lovely horse (my lovely horse),
You’re a pony no more (you’re a pony no more).
Running around, with a man on your back,
like a train in the night…
Like a train in the night. (sax solo)
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I bet your humming it in your head now[;)]
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take it easy on the sax
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happy christmas benny
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Hang on there, I can get this bit
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niiiiiiiiiiiiight
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happy christmas toto82
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sad on here xmas day !!
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says the woodwork wally
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As father Jack said, Steveirll is an awful Gobshiite
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