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Passed You By
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Oh, the one with the mousy hair. All fumbling for love in the back of the car But you never quite found it there. To the man with the satin bow tie, Who looks down his nose as he serves out the booze And he'd rather you passed him by. And he'd rather you passed him by. Watch your hands, there's a copper about! Ah, the pub's not the same since they changed the name And the bankers look shiny and smart. And they live on the edge of the town. All part of the team in the country club scene And they'd rather you passed them by. And they'd rather you passed them by. With the posers and the girls with fast cars And the rock-and-roll boys with their electrified toys And the managers pass cigars. Going back was crazy, I did. When your making your name, things we'll never stay the same, And it's better you passed them by. And it's better you passed them by. And it's better you passed them by. Oh, the one with the mousy hair. All fumbling for love on the park bench out tonight, But you never quite found it there. To the man with the satin bow tie, Who looks down his nose as he serves out the booze And he'd rather you passed him by. And he'd rather you passed him by. And he'd rather you passed him by. |