Old school Palace
I found an old handbag,
And filled it with lead,
I hit an old lady,
Across the back of the head.
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Up came a copper,
And he asked me my name.
I gave him the answer,
With a bicycle chain...
The Judge said Sit down son
And dry up your tears.
For you're going to borstal
For three or four years
I counted the moonbeams
And I counted the stars
I counted ten thousand
Of them prison bars.
If I was the warden
And the warden was me
I'd wake up one morning
And set myself free
But I ain't the warden
And the warden ain't me
And so I must stay here
For my Liberty.
Liberty! Liberty! Liberty!
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