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A Job For The A-Team
George Bush. Tony Blair and Osama Bin Laden.
Standing in line in my back garden.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get back in your box. Get back in your box
you little tinkers please.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
Now join us on shit street.
Hitler. Pol Pot and young Darth Vader.
Kicking the life out of Muvva Theresa.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get off your cloud. Get off your clouds
and forget about Mummy.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
You're a job for the A-Team.
B.A. Murdoch and Hannibal.
Locked in a shed plotting your downfall.
Here comes The Face. Here comes The Face
Man and the soldiers of fortune
What can I say? What can I say?
You little tinkers please.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
You're a job for the A-Team.
Standing in line in my back garden.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get back in your box. Get back in your box
you little tinkers please.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
Now join us on shit street.
Hitler. Pol Pot and young Darth Vader.
Kicking the life out of Muvva Theresa.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get off your cloud. Get off your clouds
and forget about Mummy.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
You're a job for the A-Team.
B.A. Murdoch and Hannibal.
Locked in a shed plotting your downfall.
Here comes The Face. Here comes The Face
Man and the soldiers of fortune
What can I say? What can I say?
You little tinkers please.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
You're a job for the A-Team.
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