Harry was a bus driver
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He was a very forthright man
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He'd run down the road
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Right over a dog
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Before he'd change his path
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Then he met lovely Loraine
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They had a rough and tumble lad
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And it didn't come easy
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But the boy learned to play
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On a twelve pound pawn shop axe.
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Everbody sing loud and shout
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Dreamy haze pop stars
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The boys came about that mersey beat sound
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From crude little sketches of guitars.
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Well they heard of a sound
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From a faraway land
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That was ruled by a cricket and a king
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But a pauper's son would one day come
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From twenty-five Upton Green
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And there everyday was a place to play
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When the final bell had rung
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And when the big day come he was just too young
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And they sent em' all back home.
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Everbody sing loud and shout
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Dreamy haze pop stars
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The boys came about that mersey beat sound
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From crude little sketches of guitars.
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Well the wild ones don't think much of Johnny
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Yeah a critic's got it rough
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And you're a real king mixer
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But it's my train mister
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If you think that's all I've got
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You'll be beaten on down
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By mersey sound
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And then you'll have to choose.
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Between standing on your own
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Or singing right along
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With the ones no better than you.
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So everbody sing loud and shout
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Dreamy haze pop stars
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The boys came about that mersey beat sound
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From crude little sketches of guitars.
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Everbody sing loud and shout
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Dreamy haze pop stars
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The boys came about that mersey beat sound
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From crude little sketches of guitars
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Mersey Beat
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Reckless Kelly |