Kick, kick, kick, kick
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Kicking at the gates like I'm an urban guerrilla
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And going for the victory like the Thrilla in Manila
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We're a nation of shoplifters, we're druggies, petty crooks
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It seems to be our style, we haven't horsey looks
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It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah, it'll be funky
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Queenie's feeling meanie, we've seen her get her cash taxed
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Can't hear the jeers, they fear she needs her ears waxed
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Chuckie's riding bareback but only playing polo
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It's no go with the missus and now he's going solo
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Charlie's lost his marlies, he used to be a pillar
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Before he got busted and lusted for Camilla
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Squidgy getting fidgety at home all alone
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And Gilbey, we know he'll be shortly answering the phone
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The family, the family, the family horribilus
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The family, the family....
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The suitors are all looters and they're closing in on Fergie
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Their game was fame but now they've got the lurgy
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The family's expanding and everyone's a stand-in
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A palace full of malice as everyone is crammed in
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As Lizzie's getting older, over her shoulder there's a rival
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Dizzy Di is busy sowing the seeds of survival
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You wanna sow some seeds, well get on your tractor
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And get Eddie out of bed or he'll never make an actor
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It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah, it'll be funky...
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The royals are spreading like boils, it does your head in
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We have no choice, we're invoiced for the weddings
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It's like a soap, a Dallas or a Dynasty
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We live in hope to put them out their misery
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Fire the freaky family, we're tired of the cheek
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As you holiday your life away our futures look bleak
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As your castle's burning down you want the people to pay for it
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Ask us to defend you, we've got nothing to say for it
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The family, the family, the family horribilus
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The family, the family...
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Kicking at the gates like we think we're on the guest list
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We're told to wait - too late, we're getting restless
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The crowd is swelling as they're smelling the thrill
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There's dancing in the rubble and there's trouble at the mill
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There's warning of the storming, news of the resistance
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The peasants are revolting, advancing from the distance
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There's panic and there's anarchy and breaking the rules
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They're making fake money and they're taking the jewels
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What will it be? Funky! (x4)
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All without a fuss, the coup has been victorious
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The banners wave, proclaiming annus glorious
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What will it be? Funky! (x4)
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It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah.. (x2)
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Familus Horribilus
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Pop Will Eat Itself |