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A bearded face sits bored behind the till
His face's shining, as oily as the grill
Lean on the counter, trying hard not to fall
My head's spinning, thinking of spaghetti and meatballs

He grumbles words that I just cannot hear
My brain's still soaking in numerous pints of beer
Squint my eyes as if it'd clear up his accent
Until I notice here that someone else is present

It's the girl down from the club basement
She looks so fit, that's an understatement
I want to say hello, but I fear that I'll waver
Spin a line that will make me have her


Please forgive me for my garlic breath
I want to be with you until death
My true intentions are not really concealed
Like this slab of meat and chips, congealed


The skewered meats are sizzling loudly over there
The smell of koftas and burgers lingers in the air
I cannot think of a better place to meet you
I'll buy you a shish, meat off a stick made out of bamboo

Have a drink of coke while sitting on the pavement
Try to wash down the haze from the drunken element
Talk about the fact that we are so much wasted
And this donner meat is the best we've ever tasted



One and one makes two
One and one makes two
Buy one, get one free
Buy one, get one free

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from Get Your Trousers On, You're Nicked!, released February 22, 2019

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The Slack 5 UK

The Slack 5 are Stuart Powell, Flavio de Oliveira and Simon Nightingale, and they're bringing own their own brand of funk and jangle to wherever they're allowed to play.

Too old to die young, getting stuck in traffic and being put on hold, they're here for their own amusement.
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