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When I was a West End Nancy
I spent all my money away
On cider and smokes for me and my blokes
I had to write home to my folks

A lifestyle to swindle your senses
Leech all your money away
Buy this nice sweater, these shoes, this whiskey
Keep up with the world son, hurry now, quickly

These are the days you’ll remember
Take pride in the man you’ve become
Fluff up your hair, find something to earn
Go shag that professor for the grade you deserve

It’s a market frontier, I drink for my courage
Resisting the urge to give up and be free
When the walls come down and the lights go out
And all but the fruit flies have left this town
I’ll be in paradise, I always am