The Bane of Constance Lyrics

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??Come now, Vince?? she said, ??we can??t continue in this way
Seems to me there??s something on your mind.
Should I accept a ride in a tiny craft about your head
Tell me, Vince, the truth what would I find???
Horse-drawn yawns upon the driveway, Victory V ice cream in stock
Eintracht Oblong, I should oil my chain.
Our front door is Sagittarius, Tibor's kids are underfed
And Heswall Flower Club, owe me one pound twelve.
This is what you??d find if you were in that craft today
Doubtless different were you to return.
I would not blame you in the least if you cut short the flight
Make good your escape it??s not your concern.
Where??s the beetroot? Where the ibex? Dubbing mixer Freddie Slade
Alpine lockjaw, it was on the cards.
Can I buy inflatable dictators anywhere round here?
Iron Age mums are haunting my cagoule.
Do stew, scoop off the roadkill.
Straight sets, jet wash the Viceroy.
Sore heel, sh*te on the back nine.
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
I said Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
Come on, Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
You??re a fine looking woman, Mirabelle.
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
You still with that chiseller Idris?
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
Hey, he??s got the ginger beer concession outside the British Museum.
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
We should go to Halfords some time.
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
You and me ?? not him.
Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.
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Midge Ure looks like a milk thief.