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Cannonball

The Victorian English Gentlemens Club
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A soundbite now is what you get An infidelity here you'll soon forget And she has got a body but she's not very tall And she can knock 'em back like a cannonball Cannonball Cannonball She looks good here but she's lost in the city She stands next to girls who are not very pretty And she has got a body for hanging clothes And she can knock 'em back like a cannonball Cannonball Cannonball She works in a bar in the middle of the city She doesn't do her art, oh what a pity She looks good here but she's lost in the city And she can knock 'em back like a cannonball Cannonball Cannonball Cannonball Cannonball On top up now is what she got And a shake from her boy in which she shook As she trots home on the soles of her feet He knows she can take 'em like a cannonball Cannonball Cannonball A trade in solution is what you need As the rain hits the pavement splatches grazes on her knees She has got a body but she's not very clean And she can knock 'em back like a cannonball Cannonball Cannonball Cannonball Cannonball A soundbite now is what you get An infidelity here you'll soon forget She has got a body but she's not very tall And she can knock 'em back like a cannonball She works in a bar in the middle of the city She doesn't do her art, oh what a pity She looks good here but she's lost in the city And she can knock 'em back like a cannonball Cannonball Cannonball Cannonball Cannonball She should sign on, she should sign on She should get dressed, she should get dressed Dropping coloured species to a faceless skull The muskers and their jewellery they jingle jangle round Sweeping and a-bleaching they make their way home There's something happening somewhere I say hello and goodbye Give the sign of good Dance She should sign on, she should sign on She should get dressed, she should get dressed She should sign on, she should sign on She should make us feel happier Dropping coloured species to a faceless skull Tripping over their shoes as they glide across the floor Dipping into small purse as they rush to find the bar There's something happening somewhere I say hello and goodbye The coin is in the air on this Hey Give the sign of good Dance She should sign on, she should sign on