Woke up this morning and the streets were full of cars,
all bright and shiny like they'd just arrived from mars.
And as i stumbled through last nights drunken debris,
The paperboy screamed out the headlines in the street.
Another war and now the pound is looking weak,
and tell me have you read about the latest freak?
We're bingo numbers and our names are obsolete,
Why do i feel bitter when i should be feeling sweet...
Hello, hello turn your radio on
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