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It's a Flate Friday Cnight, the Fstreet lamps are Cshining up inAm my-- DbedrGoom
There's a Fmighty big Cfight between the Fthunder and Clightning, I wonder Amwho--D will Glose
There's a E7party balAmloon and I Fain't been inGvited
Hey, E7look at that Ammoon, there Fain't nothing Glike it
All CgreyE7 and FgoldD
CDown on GJubilee FRoad C F C
Can see FMr. BouvCier, in his Ftwo-bedroom Cbasement in his AmpurpleD dungaGrees
He's Fgrumpy and he's Cgrey, always Fsweeping off the Cpavement cigarAmettesD and lGeaves
His E7kid's up in AmChina and his Fwife's up in Gheaven
E7Always I Amwave, 'cause he's Fgot this exGpression
That he's Cso-E7- alFone D
CDown on GJubilee FRoad C F C
AmOh-- I think toDmorrow night I will Gknock on his door and hear all aCbout his life
Because I E7think that's the kind of thing that AmI might like when I'm Bbold
When I'm Fold
There's FMax and there's CMaude in the Fhouse by the sCtation, call them Ammy--D best Gfriends
But he Fdrinks like a Chorse, and she Fdon't appreCciate it, all this Ammoney he Dseems to Gspend
I can E7hear them toAmnight; he can't Ffind no voGcation
And the E7neighbours they Amsigh, at that Fnew generGation
Just CgetE7ting AmstonedD
CDown on GJubilee FRoad C F C
AmOh, I think in the Dsummertime I will Gcall you up make everyCthing alright
And we'll E7fill up our cups with that Ambitter wine, and I'll Bbshow you
I'll Fshow you
The Fmice are still Chere, your Fwardrobe's still Cempty, and the Amwalls are sDtill paper Gthin
And the Fneighbours my Cdear, well I Fthink they still Chate me for all these Amsongs I Dendlessly Gsing
Because it E7ain't no perfect sAmtreet, I Fain't no perfect Glover
And E7life it is Ambrief, I don't Fthink we get no Gother
CCome E7back Amhome D
CDown on GJubilee AmRoad D
CDown on GJubilee FRoad C
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