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I'd walk across the M.1. I'd trek through the Amazon I'd be a spanish matador, Now't would be too risky for me I'd loop the loop in a Jumbo I'd box with Frankie Bruno I could do anything, dance in a lions den But I'm never gonna Walk up Elmwood Street again There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street A man's not safe to walk up there alone A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street I'd fence with a sword that was blunt I'd hitch a lift from James Hunt I could do anything, dance in a lions den But I'm never gonna Walk up Elmwood Street again There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street A man's not safe to walk up there alone A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street A man's not safe to walk up there alone A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street Say no more! |