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The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression
let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire? And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late And says I, me decent man, you'd
her out She wore a trenchcoat khaki Her hobnail boots were full of holes She's got medals Her mother called her Mary, but she changed her name
Chicago's boyfriend A local screw He done kicking trippy hippies in the Head with his hobnail shoe Already Eddie, pitching for pennies Rockin' for bennies
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression
hobnail boots Lying with his eyes wide open And the hands busy working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the national
run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots
run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail
a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes When
on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multi-coloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime A soap
mirrors on his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes wide open And the hands busy working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated
acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd With the multicoloured mirrors on his hobnail boots Lying with
pane. The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors on his hobnail boots. Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime.
Man in the crowd With the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes While his hands are busy Working overtime
Tramp moves on to the end of the street I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet For some there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me
Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy death and you Tell you whatcha do Seasick sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
The tramp moves on to the end of the street I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet For some there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me
Got my hobnails I got the jitter shakes Diamond Hoo Ha Man I do what it takes All I got, is all I need Oh, but what I really want Is in my
eyes and black cheroot With his filed-down teeth and a hobnail boot And his fists full of pistols in his pockets Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
eyes and black cheroot With his filed-down teeth and a hobnail boot And his fists full of pistols in his pockets Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
CRACKERJACK DOCKER What, what, what What did you call him? ""Sparring monkey"" What, what, what What did you call him? ""Sparring monkey"" Hobnail
Ollie Ollie c'mon and get your Collie today-a hey hey Oh now Ollie oh give it a rest Standing there with in your hobnail boots And your pork pie and old
run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy death and you Tell you what you do now Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots
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