In this sumptuous hacienda,Where I weigh things up as they’re on the way downFrom beneath your Reverend Jim Jones bedspreadI watch the angels look down onto your sweet browIf God had meant for us to workThen I’m sure he would have given us jobsSix weeks to live but at least I’m not in JourneySign on you crazy diamondI didn’t take much time convincing herBaby, I’m from the Wirral peninsulaA merciless despot, with nothing to loseIn my Dick Quax running shoesUnderneath the shade of the average tree whereThey handed out mediocrityI saw you with Alchemy under your armStanding in the middle of a long queueI saw the Goodyear airship sail over your headI saw the joke I told you fly over your headWhy don’t they have any badminton courts in the jungle?Because there isn’t the demandOh let me take you by the handSongtexteSturmey-Archer CampagnoloSturmey-Archer CampagnoloSturmey-Archer CampagnoloSturmey-Archer CampagnoloSturmey-Archer CampagnoloSturmey-Archer CampagnoloSturmey-Archer Campagnolo on my mind
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