Only Fools And Horses (From "Only Fools And Horses")

We've got some half-price cracked ice and miles and miles of carpet tiles

TVs, deep freeze and David Bowie LPs

Ball games, gold chains, what's-the-names, and now to put some

Trevor Francis track suits from a mush in Shepherd's Bush

Bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush

No income tax, no V.A.T

No money back, no guarantee

Black or white, rich or poor

We'll cut prices at a stroke

God bless Hooky Street

Viva Hooky Street

Long live Hooky Street

C'est magnifique, Hooky Street

Magnifique, Hooky Street, Hooky Street

Hooky Street, Hooky Street, Hooky Street

Stick a boney in me pocket

I'll fetch the suitcase from the van

'Cause if you want the bestuns, but you don't ask questions

Then brother, I'm your man

'Cause where it all comes from is a mystery

It's like the changin' of the seasons and the tides of the sea

But he's the one who's drivin' me berserk

Why do only fools and horses work?

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