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Churchill
Got his lucky number
Tomorrow theres another
Could be me
Could be you
No silver spoon
Sticky teeth, they rot too soon
Youve got to have the best tunes
Or thats it
Youve blown it
All we want is to be happy
In our homes like happy families
Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet
Yes, it could be you
The likely lads
Are picking up the uglies
Yesterday they were just puppies
Beery slurs
Now lifes a blur