I'm gonna play my card
I'm gonna walk the nine yards
I'm gonna scribble in the dates in my diary

I got a body in the [bad word] 
I gotta never ever get this [bad word] again
All the whores that babble on they're [bad word] and claim me in my sleep

I gotta find a girl whom my eyes shine for
But my [bad word] from
Get get away, get get get away from me
I gotta find a girl whom my eyes shine for

I gotta keep up with the scene
I gotta never ever get too green
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The Queen's artillery men are keen to get busy

As the world [bad word] and falls
William was right about the palace walls
But it's the White House now that also seems to gleam 

Gotta quickly find a girl whom my eyes shine for
But my [bad word] from
Get get away, get get get away from me
I gotta find a girl whom my eyes shine for