Winging It!
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As the punters stood losing their patience
At the time that it took to get in
Two young blokes at the next turnstile entrance
Made me smile with the scam they were using
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As the turnstile went click
One of them was quick,
To duck down, behind his mate with the ticket
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As the gate let them through
Only one paid, not two
So one of ’em’ had managed to wing it
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It made think of the old days
When they lifted kids over the gate
Back then, when to stand was a dollar*
And a seat? Nah, I’d rather stand up with me mates!
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