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Mars Ultras You'll Never Make The Station Lyrics

Quick, run, hide
Here comes Dave Stewart
Walking up the drive
With that look in his eye
That “Let’s do a project” look
“…about third-rate Swiss agit-pop”

George O’Dowd
So glad you’re happy
All fit and well
After going through the hell
Of being a pop star
Street parties in Redcar
Oh Mr Woo
What shall I do?
Surrogate Grundy
Sold on a Monday
To Richard and Judy

I am the girl from Deacon Blue
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Multi-talented Sinitta
I just want to meet yer
‘Cos I am St Peter
And you’re going downstairs
Along with cars that have pet names

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