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Communards (Somerville/Coles)

So, boy where you go, what you do,
Hey there boy what is wrong with
you?
No future, no hope, just broken
dreams,
You spend your days wondering why

I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need

I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need

Hey young man, why you cry
Don't you know, you've got to try
A little bit harder, you've got to stand
On your own two feet
Never let them drag you down
Hey there boy
This prejudice and ignorance we can
overcome
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need

Disenchanted angry young man
Disenchanted angry young man
Disenchanted angry young man
Disenchanted angry young man
I'll never let you down
Never let you down

So boy now you know what to do,
hey there boy don't be blue
There's future, there's hope, hope for
you
Hey young man just believe in what
you do.

I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be everything you need
I'll be your friend, I'll be around
I'll be (Andy Partridge)

The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door.

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.

The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will open up his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked,
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer.
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked. and

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.

No thugs in our house, are there d

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