| Through ugly pints and Sunday breath
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| Sit men whose stare is cold as death
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| Through wide lapels and glued up eyes
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| Through made up kids and made up wives
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| Sitting in the heart of them
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| Is a man who’s not like other men
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| Don’t you know just who I am
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| A nod, a wink, I am the domino man.
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| And if you pull a double one
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| I’ll pack my bags and I’ll be gone
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| If you pull a three and four
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| I’m flying off to Singapore
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| Where women dance and tigers roar
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| I’m lying on a distant shore
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| I’m living life just fas as I can
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| A nod, a wink, another drink I am the domino man.
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| Through a twenty deep screen of humourists
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| Through slavering jaws and angry fists
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| Through tales of mishap and the clickety-clack
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| Is fully paid member of the brother of the tap
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| Through heavy smoke and idle bets
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| Through heaving lungs and heavy debts
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| Sits a man who knows he can
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| A nod, a wink, I am the domino man
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| And if you pulla two and a six
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| I’ll pack my bags and take that risk
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| And if you pull a four and five
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| They’ll never take this man alive
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| I’ll go far east and I’ll survive
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| The market streets I’ll duck and dive
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| I’m living life as fast as I can
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| A nod, a wink, another drink I am the domino man
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| And when he’s off to sail the seven seas
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| He just stay indoors or hides up trees
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| He’s been to places that you’ve never seen
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| But his mind is blank and his passport’s clean
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| But if you pull a two and a six
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| I’ll plack my bags and take that risk
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| And if you pull a four and five
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| They’ll never take this man alive
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| I’ll go far east and I’ll survive
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| The market street I’ll duck and dive
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| I’m living life just as fast as I can
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| A nod, a wink, another drink, I am the domino man |