Up in the cross you could see them
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Bathed in the food lights of the hot takeaways
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The MC was an old soldier,
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Yeah you would laugh but you couldn't understand a word that he said
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They had a legless harmonica player
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With his pillow and his bottle and his saucepan in hand
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He would grin at the confident preacher
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And they would wait for his word to strike up the band
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Crowds would gather round
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Some would take the high ground
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To see the show
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They would stop them in their tracks
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Big coins and little notes
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Would they throw
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This was the start of the rise of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers
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And boy that band could really play
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They had the rhythm of the street
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The way the Charlie tapped his foot
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Was guaranteed to make the venture pay
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Betty bomb was screamer
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She learned to sing to keep her daddy at bay
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She saw The Buskers on a hot summer night
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And followed them to St. Kilda in the rain
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Well now, Betty knew all the old songs
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And she would get up and sing with them now and again
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Then, one night at a party for a millionaires son
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A naked man said that he would manage them
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Well he gave them all he had
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Pretty soon they were glad
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He came along
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Yes he took them to the top
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Strumming pop and blues and rock
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And their own songs
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This was the rise and the rise
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Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers
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And boy that band could really play
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They were unique, they had the beat
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To make old ladies tap their feet
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And Bernie's tricks could just amaze
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It seemed to them that the world was theirs to take
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They worked for seven years without a break
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Fortunes were made and lost and made again
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And the chatter on the city street echoed their fame
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Well now, some say it never changed them
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The fact that they became a world phenomenon
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Bernie still laughed at the unknown
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And Bobby's sermon's seemed to go on and on
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Well now, Betty soon got her own show
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She was the toast of the town
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And the late night TV set
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And while the boys still laughed to remember
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Oh poor Betty, She still laughed to forget
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Well Charlie took a wife
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Soon three became five
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Then one again
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And fame had its price
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But none of the bills
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Were paid by them
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This was the rise and the rise
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Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers
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And boy that band could really play
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They were unique, they had the beat
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To make old ladies tap their feet
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And Bernie's tricks could just amaze
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This was the rise and the rise
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Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers
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And boy that band could really play
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They were unique, they had the beat
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To make old ladies tap their feet
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And Bernie's tricks could just amaze
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This was the rise and the rise
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Of the Reverend Bobby's Buskers
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The Rise And The Rise Of The Reverend Bobby's Buskers
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