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After nine years in the army
They took away his brain
They tattooed "defect" on his brow
And signed him up again
He killed ten thousand germans
A hundred japanese
A family of hindus
And a lot of portugese
Nine plan failed
I could never see the point
Of showing them you're boss
When they drag you through the city streets
And naii you to a cross
They took him to the office
They strapped him to the bed
They fastened lots of pretty wires
Securely to his head
They wheeled him down the corridor
Upon a metal trolley
Now he wears big spectacles
And he sings like buddy holly
Nine plan failed
I could never see the point
Of showing them you're boss
When they drag you through the city streets
And nail you to a cross
The world declared its armistice
And took away his guns
And now he satisfies himself
On piss-weak tea and buns
On piss-weak tea and buns
Oh oh
At the disco
Rome is very pretty
And rome is very grand
But the pope lost his four fingers
When they gave this boy his hand to kiss
When they gave this boy his hand to kiss
It wasn't funny no
He wasn't very good at school
His highest grade was c
But he believed the managers
When they said:-
"you leave it all to me"
They gave him suits from saville row
The quality so fine
So now he sits in the desert wastes
Just waiting for a sign
Nine plan failed
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