From &#039;Cool For Cats&#039;, 1979

D5

D5
She used to a topless down at the Surrey docks,
F5
With tassles on her wotsits, she did a t&#039;riffic job,
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Of raising all the eyebrows, of every lunchtime mob.
F5
She went with all the tossers, who kick about a ball,
A5
They say their club&#039;s the greatest and she has kissed them all,
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At the Arndale Centre, she&#039;s up against the wall.
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I can&#039;t name names cos that&#039;s not cricket,
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I can&#039;t name names that would put me in it,
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But that&#039;s another story in the finish.

D5
I saw them at the pictures, a tangled heap of love,
F5
He had so many women, but only classy stuff.
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I saw him at the clinic, a pink card up his cuff
F5
One holiday in Bognor, a stag night hit the town,
A5
The groom was in the car park, with his trousers down,
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But that&#039;s another story that won&#039;t be going round.
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I can&#039;t name names cos that&#039;s not cricket,
  D5     A5    G5     A5          G5   A5  D5  A5
I can&#039;t name names that would put me in it.
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But that&#039;s another story in the finish.

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D5
The Deptford had a beano, to Southend for the night,
F5
With forty crates of lager, to see the Southend lights,
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They got home for their breakfast, pissed out of their minds.
F5
This girl gave me the minces, so I asked her for a dance,
A5
And in the death I kissed, and so I took a chance,
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And when I went to touch her, she tried to break my arm.
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I can&#039;t name names cos that&#039;s not cricket,
  D5     A5    G5     A5          G5   A5  D5  A5
I can&#039;t name names that would put me in it.
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But that&#039;s another story in the finish.

A5                            D5 A5
&#039;Know what I mean, eh? Bob?&#039;