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Buzzcocks

Rita spits out her laurel leaf
And grabs a piece of my pie
She's gonna lead me up the mountain path
As the crows fly

Claudette's pretty quick off the mark
Like a Polaris missile in heat
She smiles at a hundred miles an hour
And rushes you off your feet

There's all these friends of mine
They've got me suffering
They don't take a line
They keep me pissing adrenalin

Ratty is nearly unique
Looks like a pre-Raphaelite barb freak
Wears dangerous jewelery
Got a cast iron personality

Sandie wears an awful lot of silk
Says she's a friend of Mr Acker Bilk
She's going out of my mind
Wants to live on milk

There's all these friends of mine

I was musing on the pool outdoors
About foreign matters and fancy affairs
Betty trimmed my nails with pliers
While eating avocado pears

Norman's sobbing 'cause his make-up's
Running away with itself
He's heading for an early grave
Scared to death about the state of his health

There's all these friends of mine

Written by SHELLEY, PETER / DEVOTO, HOWARD
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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