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Long ago...
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Outside a chip shop in Walthamstow,
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Was a young rocker called Greasy Joe,
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He put on his helmet, and said “let's go!”
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He was keen,
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Off up the High Street like Barry Sheene,
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Doing his best to look very mean,
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'Till he met Ann on a new machine,
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Rrrrummm-ing away together,
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Rrrrummm-ing away in leather,
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Ann and Joe,
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They passed the Bloody Tower
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At a hundred miles an hour,
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And they were so amazed,
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The Tower Bridge was raised,
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They raced up to the top,
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And found they couldn't stop,
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They flew right off the end,
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And landed in the Thames,
C ///
Hand in hand...
(Fade out)
