No one wrote a song for me
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Just instrumental not too long
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As sure as sure could ever be
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You'd only get the lyrics wrong
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No solo Chet Baker ever played
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lowered me slowly to my grave
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The prose that Keats and Yates would save
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was for King and Queen not knave
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I have no poem that describes my charm
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No story told that's short and sweet
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I have no hymn, I have no psalm
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This song I have it has no beat
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Yes it has no beat
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No tapping of feet
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Yes it has no beat
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Yes it has no beat
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Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues
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Did he play for me to lose?
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Cause just when round midnight falls
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That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's
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Now on that graveyard on that grave
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On that tombstone in the shade
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No poem written, no accolade
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No 'We loved you' ever sprayed
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There's just this feeling from that moss
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When epitaph you cannot read
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he must have lived it at budget cost
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So he deserves to be beneath
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I have no poem that describes my charm
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No story told that's short and sweet
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I have no hymn, I have no psalm
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This song I have it has no beat
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Yes it has no beat
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Yes it has no beat
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No tapping of feet
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Yes it has no beat
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All that William Robinson wrote
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Not one of my pluses did he portray
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those lyrics stuck right down my throat
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I never hit
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It never hit
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My hit parade, My hit parade
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My hit parade
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Hit Parade
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Beautiful South |