| Arthur Gladwood, Dodgy Mad Pud
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| All the lads would disappear
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| Dick &Monga, they’re no longer here
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| Dougy Bell and Suggie Dell &Ken
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| All the lads out down the 29, back then
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| Dickie and Rob, Flip n’Fat Bob came
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| Now things will never be the same
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| Again
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| Arthur Gladwood, Dodgy Mad Pud
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| All the lads would disappear
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| Dick &Monga, they’re no longer here
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| I can still see, Kevin Wilksey’s face
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| At the 29 bar on Fridays, always
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| Me and Mosey, there till closing time
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| Back in the day the 29 was mine
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| Arthur Gladwood, Dodgy Mad Pud
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| All the lads would disappear
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| Dick &Monga, they’re no longer here
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| A chilling wind blows so cold
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| And there’s no hint of the Old 29
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| Alfie Noble, Nick and Nobby
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| Pete and Keith and Mac and Robbie
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| Baz &Skinny, Tim &Little Paul
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| Jacky Jimmy, Bobby, Teddy
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| Donny, Harry Willy, Bernie
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| Barry, Garry, Charlie, Freddie
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| Jerry, Trevor, Billy, Ernie
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| Merry Melly, Jack and Terry
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| Dirty Dicka, Danny, Neil and all
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| Micky, Daft Doug, and the lads would be
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| Down at the 29, happy, with me
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| But before long, they were all gone, oh
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| Where did me 29 mates go?
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| Who knows?
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| Arthur Gladwood, Dodgy Mad Pud
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| All the lads would disappear
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| Dick &Monga, they’re no longer here
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| Dicky and Rob, Micky and Doug
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| Flip n’Fat Bob came |