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The King Of Stamford Hill
Lyrics
Stamford Hill, four square miles of sh-
The sewage
(In a west end city)
In a west end city
Smells like daisies
(In Stamford Hill)
In Stamford Hill
Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill
The sewage
(In a west end city)
In a west end city
Smells like daisies
(In Stamford Hill)
In Stamford Hill
Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill
Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face
Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill
Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face
Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face
Writer(s): Reeves C. Gabrels, David Bowie
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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