| And now and then when I’m in the mood
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| I might get up at the crack of noon
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| Then take a wander down to the arcade
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| Might as well clock up a great high score
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| And hang around with my mates before
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| I wander back to find my dole’s been paid
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| Stay outdoors, play football, or simply play the fool
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| If it rains go back in, you can always watch Play School
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| Don’t try to tell me that it ain’t a lot
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| I’m gonna make the best of what I’ve got
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| So I have no job, welcome to the whole week
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| I’ve always got my LPs to play
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| Or find a friend to get a loan and tape
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| And any time it’s time to eat again
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| Before you know, it’s any night and so
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| You meet the gang and go along the road
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| Take any chance to have a drink or ten
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| Share the crack, blokes with cash
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| Get a hit of something else
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| Out all night, shout and fight
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| It makes you feel that you’re yourself
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| Some of you have got it in for me
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| I don’t need that or your sympathy
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| So I have no job, welcome to the whole week
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| If you don’t mind, I’ve decided to live my life
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| Well, it’s always something to do
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| My girl comes round and all we do is talk
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| For hours on end, or we don’t talk at all
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| While we more, or less, as we please
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| You keep on that it’s wrong
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| We haven’t earned lives of ease
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| But there’s no work to do
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| And I won’t queue up on my knees
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| I never said that this was my ideal
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| But still I’m gonna feel and make it real
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| So I have no job, welcome to the whole week
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| I never promised you I’d go away
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| You can’t ignore me cos I’m here to stay
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| So it’s too bad, let me at the whole week |