Blinding Stuff.
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On icy streets and pavements
Where they’re wrapped up for a siege
Solid snowmen guard the vast estates
Where young kids can’t use the pitch.
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So thank God for the telly
Pure pleasure to the eye
There’s nothing can light the fire in yer belly
Like being indoors, to see a full on FA Cup tie.
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