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Sorry Bout That

Truth is a diamond
A diamond is hard
You don’t exist
Without a Barclaycard
 
Sorry bout that
Sorry bout that
Even South African cops
Do the sorry bout that
 
They showed me the world and said:
What do you think?
I said: Half about women
And half about drink
 
And I’m sorry bout that
Sorry bout that
Mother I need that booze
And I’m sorry bout that
 
But if you cut your conscience
Into Kenno-meat chunks
You could get elected
To the House of Drunks
 
Sorry bout that
Sorry bout that
You’ll never have to think again
And I’m sorry bout that
 
You can do the Skull
Or the Diplomat
But I do a dance
Called the Sorry Bout That
 
Do the Mighty Whitey
Or the Landlord Rat
But I’ll keep grooving,
To the Sorry Bout That
 
Sorry Bout That
Sorry bout that
They make me dance with pistols and ten to one
I’m sorry bout that
 
Hey Johnny Betjeman
Where you been?
Down Buckingham Pigstye
With Princess Margarine
 
Sorry bout that
Sorry bout that
Bop goes my knighthood
Pretty Jesus but I’m sorry bout that
 
I saw Money walking
Down the road
Claws like an eagle
And a face like a toad
 
Well I know your name baby
Seen you before
Slapping on your make-up
For the Third World War
 
Sorry bout that
Sorry bout that
Someone set the world on fire
And I’m sorry bout that.
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