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Peter The Test Tube Babies

Here's a nice ballad, like the six thousand others. It's a love song again, it'll probably get covered. No, the drums don't come in yet, that's in three

Del says .. "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station, Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!" I can't go out and socialise

You're a child molester from down town. Get little kids and pull their pants down. Put plastic bags upon their heads. Suffocate them until they're dead

You really haven't got a clue, you sit and watch your house burn down. We don't need you to hang around, waiting for a break to make the same mistake.

I'm gonna' tell you a lil' story now, about unrequited love .. .. There must be something better, there must be something more, there must be some good

Especially for you, I wanna let you know what I was going through. All the times we were apart I thought of you. You were in my heart, our love never

Elvis had an heart-attack, 'cos he got too bleedin' fat. He weighed nearly half a ton, he looked more like a pregnant mum. Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead

The news came in the post today, that changed his systematic ways. His bank account is empty now, he's thrown away his marriage vows. The Rat-Race has

Standing in a crowded bar alone pissed out of my mind, "Hello baby, how are you ?", a voice came from behind. I turn to see a tasty blonde but cannot