We were born by the Thames' running water, sons of the social disorder
  Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol
  But we tired of the constant surrender to those with a hidden agenda
  So we fought with the best, now it's time for a rest as we say our last farewell
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  Goodbye, we're calling it day, we're having it away, we're gonna say goodbye
  Goodbye, there's nothing left to say, we're getting in the way
  We're gonna say goodbye
  
  For the holidays in Devon, for the spirit of seventy-seven
  For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and the gigs
  And the making of the fuss
  For the friends who knew just where to find us
  For the mates who were always behind us
  When you're next in a pub or a bar or a club, have a drink on us
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