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Oh Down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn More gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in dole queues And the pale thin girl Behind the checkout But if you're looking for a cheap sort Set in false anticipation I'll be waiting in the photo booth At the underground station So come away, won't you come away We could go to... Catford, Watford, Lincoln, Digberth, Liverpool Anywhere in Albion Ahh yellowing classics And canons at dawn Coffee wallahs and pith helmets And an English song Aah... Reebok classics And canons at dawn Coffee wallahs and pith helmets And an English song But if you're looking for a cheap tart All glint with perspiration There's a four-mile queue Outside the disused power station Now come away, won't you come away We'll go to... Margate, Scarborough, Wigan, Shepherd's Bush Oh anywhere But if you're looking for a cheap sort All glint with perspiration I'll be waiting in the photo booth At the underground station Won't you ceom away, come away We'll go to... Anywhere in Albion