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Welcome to Jamrock FM Broadcasting to you directly from westside Martinaise With some Hard to the core Anodic Jamz Harry! Ripping up the dance floor
The spectre wakes in Martinaise He puts on his clothes And finds his escape In a brown paper bag He'll be whirling in rags til it's over
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