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He's just a local boy Modelling for magazines Nun-Chukka Things are never quite as they seem He's got throwing stars He's got silver tops Mama's grabbed her jewellery Hidden in the bathroom Calling the cops Give me somewhere to go Don't give me train rides When the shops are all closed Don't give me train rides You never gave anyone the slightest notion Never showed us that the call was cast Mama don't want you Daddy don't want you Your Motor's running way too fast Now the Mallway's shuttered Hanging in the afternoon Drink a little Vodka Picking up the old man Rolling him 'round in her room Give me somewhere to go Don't give me train rides When the shops are all closed Don't give me train rides You never gave anyone the slightest notion Never showed us that the call was cast Mama don't want you Daddy don't want you Your Motor's running way too fast You never gave anyone the slightest notion Never showed us that the call was cast Mama don't want you Daddy don't want you Your Motor's running way too fast Give me somewhere to go Don't give me train rides When the shops are all closed Don't give me train rides You never gave anyone the slightest notion Never showed us that the call was cast Mama don't want you Daddy don't want you Your Motor's running way too fast You never gave anyone the slightest notion Never showed us that the call was cast Mama don't want you Daddy don't want you Your Motor's running way too fast You never gave anyone the slightest notion Never showed us that the call was cast Mama don't want you Daddy don't want you Your Motor's running way too fast You never gave anyone the slightest notion Never showed us that the call was cast Mama don't want you Daddy don't want you Your Motor's running way too fast
Writer(s): James Michael Reyne, Simon Cyril Hussey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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