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Richard Thompson

Said Red Molly to James that?s a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like Said James to Red Molly, my hat?s off to you It?s a Vincent

Big Mac, small Mac, burger and fries Sheave 'em in boxes all the same size Easy on the mustard, heavy on the sauce Double for the fat boy eats like a

For whose sake For whose sake Did I deliver Sighs of love and vows forever? For whose sake For whose sake Did I learn real from true? Fast times What

Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven? Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain No more D.T.'s and no shakes and no horrors The

I took my darling down, I took my darling down To that big grey house down the lane And then the doctor said, he said "It's in her head" She's never going

Saturday night and I'm all alone. No ring on the door bell no ring on the phone And nobody wants to know anyone lonely like me. Your boy friend's good

Tropical night, Malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen She danced that famous Gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine I was young enough and

I ride in your slipstream I wear your reflection I echo your heartbeat In the wind You might say we're lovers You might say we're strangers You think

In my nightmare everything's wrong I'm waiting for love, but you come along You smile, you wave, you greet me, ciao But you seem too happy to see me somehow