Fish & chips and paper lips and a rainy pavement, Soho lights and another night thinking of you. Black cat sat on a wall and set me talking, Suggesting ways and means that I might well smile As you leave the place where you work until twelve-thirty And the policemen nods as you pass along his beat. Sweaty feet, [???], we're all in the same game lately. Life's no bowl of cherries; it's a black and white strip cartoon.
I've been warned that you and your friends are crazy. [???] the gentlemen, Who, while they drool, trying to keep cool, spill their scotch & water. But I'm not that way, I must say I'd much prefer to see You in your texturized rubber rainwear around twelve-thirty. Come and play, shades of grey, in my black & white strip cartoon.
[Chorus:] Strip cartoon is all I'm after, Strip cartoon is all I crave. So come to my place around twelve-thirty, `Cause I'm a leading politician at a dangerous age.
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