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Milk Churn Ernie

I’ve been sleeping in the alleys
Slaving in the galleys
Drinking, to my heads a throb
 
I’ve been seeking the Big issues
With a face full of tissues
And my pet dog Archie, looks lost
 
Chorus
I’m a stamp on a journey
I’m know as Milk Churn Ernie
Not the Benny Hill, you sods!
 
I’ve woke up in the gutter
Never made a mutter
I swear, but my words
Wouldn’t melt butter

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