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They murdered my suit,

Mickey Mouth and Paddy Rea,

They murdered my suit

That sad and fateful day.

A tramps ball in the gym.

I popped in to say hello.

But Mickey Mouth and Paddy

Just wouldn't let me go.

I was on my way to a meet

For a drink in Elli's bar,

Made the mistake of stopping

And didn't get very far.

A gentleman tramp I said,

Just passing through,

But for Mickey Mouth and Paddy

That excuse just wouldn't do.

One broken beer glass slash

And my jacket was in shreds

They hacked off one trouser leg

And my poor old suit was dead.

It was a bit beer stained 

Really needed a clean

But I loved my little suit

Of finest lovat green.

We had a few drinks

For my suit’s sake,

And I said my goodbyes

With a suitable wake

I didn't get to my date,

Til the end of the next day

Thanks to those two suit killers

Mickey Mouth and Paddy Rea.


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