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作词 : Richard Dawson |
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作曲 : Richard Dawson |
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We're hurrying home from Sheffield |
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Having received a phone call |
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From our tearful nephew |
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Whom we had left in charge |
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"It's happened again, the pub's flooded again |
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Humber burst its banks this morning" |
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We've been over to see our mam |
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Who's in the later stages of dementia |
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She didn't understand that we had to go |
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A whole box of Maltesers got sent rolling all over the floor |
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How little we are, clung to the river's edge |
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Come hell or high water, how little we are |
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Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh |
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We park up by the derelict primary school |
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Tie bags for life around our ankles |
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And wade across the playing field |
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Through the council estate to the market square |
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The whole town's come out to stand dumbly about |
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Staring at the filthy water |
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The guy from the vape shop |
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Ferrying his chocolate labs |
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Waves to us cheerily |
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From a leaky kayak |
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"I've lost everything apart from what counts" |
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Pointing to his dogs and then at his heart |
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How little we are, clung to the river's edge |
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Come hell or high water, how little we are |
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Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh |
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There's a crowd gathered 'round the fat-headed butcher |
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Who's back on his soap box again |
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Bemoaning the lack of adequate flood defences |
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Somehow putting it down to "an insurge |
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Of benefit-scrounging immigrants" |
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While handing out packs of sausages, black puddings, ham and haggises |
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Avoiding making eye contact, we hurry past the baying throng |
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Our beer garden lies in disarray |
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Tangled chair legs and drowned umbrellas |
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Crossing the threshold, we are overwhelmed |
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To find our neighbours whom we've never actually spoke to |
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Working frantically to save our pub |
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Lifting the tables clear and sweeping away the liquid mud |
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How little we are, clung to the river's edge |
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Come hell or high water, how little we are |
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Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh |
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How little we are, in the mouth of the world |
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Come hell or high water, how little we are |
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Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh |
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Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh |
