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Fa, fa, fa Fa, fa, fa Fa, fa, fa But you were listening to me talk about making art And you seemed really interested And then we both went to the toilet And then I came back and you were leaving I thought you liked me But maybe I was just a captive audience You did seem a bit bored when I was talking You had a birthday party And you didn't invite me I feel so hurt Fa, fa, fa Jimmy and Olga love forever Fa, fa, fa Fa, fa, fa No, no mate It's not that kind of party We've got to get to know each other What's your favorite book, Steve? That's a good question I think it would be The Count of Monte Cristo Can you walk on the tracks? No, no, people can't walk on the tracks Only trains can walk on the tracks Who are they? They're workmen fixing them Sometimes they get broken Fa, fa, fa Jimmy and Olga, love forever Fa, fa, fa Jimmy and Olga, love forever Fa, fa, fa The longer we go on like this The more burnt the dinner will be, Paula I found a pretty plastic indicator lens On the walk to your flat I could give it to you as a gift But oh yeah, you collect nickel and not plastic It's me who collects plastic It wasn't a snake after all, phew! It was just a pile of mushrooms growing In the shape of a snake
Writer(s): Lewis Maynard, Thomas Paul Dowse, Florence Cleopatra Shaw, Nicholas Hugh Andrew Buxton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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