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Come On You Lot - Go-Kart Mozart
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Come On You Lot Go-Kart Mozart

Come On You Lot - Go-Kart Mozart
Come on you lot, come on you lot
We're going on TV
Come on you lot, the nine o'clock slot
Was made for scum like me

Nineteen sixty six
Was it a dream or did it exist
I'd had a few drinks so I may have been pissed
I couldn't make no sense of it
Then when Hursty scored
You could hear the whole street roar
The pubs were all jam packed solid that night
It was like we'd just returned from war

Boys they still score
But not with a football
A mobile phone and a knock at the door
They mess around on the grass
But thesе days that means something elsе
Get off our heads and then relax
(Drugs drugs cash cash!!!)
Solo

Come on you lot!

I can safely say we all miss Bobby Moore
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