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You usually find a car left on four bricks
But as you can see I`m up to my old tricks,
Now there is just one small problem though
Not sure how to get down but I`ll give it a go.

No I just can`t do it I can`t get a foot hold
Here she comes this is where I get a scold,
I am just like Nelson I have my own column
Don`t think she`ll agree as she looks solemn.

Ah there I go I`m put back down on the ground
I will just find somewhere that I can`t be found,
They`ll seek me here and they`ll seek me there
I know I sometimes get them in a state of despair.

They can never get anything done with me around
But I just hope they never build me a compound,
I`m sure I would get free for I`d have a magic key
And that Houdini would have nothing on me.

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