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Strange days are on their way stranger days they say are fast approachingIf it flies it dies they say it seems to me you need a coachingAll is fair in love and war be on that tail make sure you never lose itEvery day you make a choice spit it out and say how you will choose it But don’t you know the rules have changed in quite specific waysWere they such terrific days well that’s for me to say Lets hear it for the Airfix boys they’ve thrown away half their toysThey made such a lovely noise it goes on and onLets deal with the Airfix boys they broke another child’s toysBut then boys will be boys it’s not for me to say You’re not from a plastic mould a little heat you might begin more oftenTo say your prayers and beg for help you might find that you will start to softenWe were on a space patrol fireball on strings of nylon wireI’m coming up to meet the earth I’m terrified my ship is catching fire But glue your pilot to the seat Stand on your own two feetAnd keep your own room neat I think I know Lets hear it for the Airfix boys etc. The kit is truly out the bag the pieces are all thrown up in the airSomewhere there’s a place for us somewhere if we only dare |
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