Give me sleaze, Welsh cakes and cheese Look so divine, tell me theyre mine And this thing doesnt rhyme The rights are wrong the left have gone right Thought they might taste the Angel Delight And swot him in sight I can make no sense of it Living in the thick of it Cant make head nor tail of it Living in the thick of it X2 When I was aged under three I went insane on the climbing frame I totally lost it Searching for the land of my dreams The Soviets rave and nuns misbehave And nobody rules but I can make no sense of it Living in the thick of it Cant make head nor tail of it Living in the thick of it X2 Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do La la la la la la la Zippedy do Zippedy dont Zippedy I dont know X2 I can make no sense of it Living in the thick of it Cant make head nor tail of it Living in the thick of it X4 Living Living Living Living
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