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We went to see Lonnie Donnegan
Me and Alan and his girl friend
What a lovely night
With a funny end
We were too young to drive
And any way our type didn't have cars
So we had to catch a bus home
And we waited in the station bar
And nobody knew me here
So while Alan and her drank coffee
I had two bottled Brewery beers
I know how the witches of Salem must have felt
By the look of horror on that girl's face
If she could have called a thunderbolt
There wouldn't have been any trace
Left of a miserable sinner like me
But I suppose I was being so grown up
I just didn't really want to see
She was one of those Methodist
That strict ones I think
Those that see things differently'
And don't take alcoholic drink
When I got off the bus
She didn't even say good night
Just watched me down the stairs
Off that bus and out of her sight
Over all those years I still think how absurd
Old Hodson going out with a tee tee bird
But he did strange things
As a very young man
Strange things
Even for a Donnegan fan
But Hodson was a toper
No way that girl could last
And very very soon
She was a part of his past

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