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The Korgis
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Dirty Postcards
Lyricist:James Warren
I thought it was a joke when you called me up And said you needed ironing There were creases in your facial lining
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me Back to me, back to me
I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad And told him that you'd have to catch the measles You're flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Back to me, back to me
T'was on the Norfolk Broads, we were punting one day You received a nasty bump on the head And you've never been the same since needless to say How I wish it could have been me instead I wish it could have been me instead
I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope To say you'd a vision of an aardvark Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with St. Mark
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me Back to me, back to me
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