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Read the paper — humdrum

Henley Regatta — page one

Eat die — ho hum

Page three — big bum

Giving a lunatic a loaded gun

He walks — others run

Thirty dead — no fun

Foreigners feature as figures of fun

Do something destructive chum

Sit right down — write a letter to the Sun

Say… «Bring back hangin' for everyone»

They took my advice — they brought it back

National costume was all-over-black

There were corpses in the avenues and cul-de-sacs

Piled up neatly in six-man stacks

Hanging from the traffic lights and specially made racks

They’d hang you for incontinence and fiddling your tax

Failure to hang yourself justified the axe

A deedely dee, a deedely dum

Looks like they brought back hangin' for everyone

The novelty’s gone — it’s hell

This place is a — death cell

The constant clang of the funeral bells

Those who aren’t hanging are hanging someone else

The peoples pay — the paper sells

It’s plug ugly — sub-animal yells

Death is unsightly — death smells

Swingin' Britain — don’t put me on

They’re gonna bring back the rope for everyone

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