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The chair-a-bangs, two upon the corner We climbed the boat and thanked the Lord
The weather was getting warmer, and there we was
All a-ringin' and shoutin' half the dayin' On our way to our sweet annual out
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The local elf was there in his jeans and leather jacket
And Mrs. Smith and her ten kids were makin' such a racket
The blonde next door was flirtin' and floutin'
Started the women gossipin' at our street's annual out
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We got there and it was time for lunching
We found a cafe upon the front and soon we were a-munching
Fish and chips and little portions for the nippers
Then we all laughed when Grand had asked for jam upon his kippers
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Strolled along the pier, wagging all the sleeping folks up
With paper hats and jelly beans, making filthy jokes up
Then the kids went to the place around the fountain
We found the pair and left them there at our street's annual out
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In the pub, the drinks they kept on coming
Some bloke jumped up with his guitar and nearly started strumming
When Grand got up and got everybody going
To the knees up on the bar with faggy gloomy showing
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All too soon we were back at the chair-a-bank station
With sticks of rock and candy floss for our friends and relations
Homeward bound they were singing and a-shouting
Now we can't wait until next year
For our next annual outing