Songs: Oh Boy

Oh Boy

 

He’s an ancient soldier from a lost brigade

Hold’s every truth that his mother gave him

Oh Boy

What joy

Oh Boy

 

Prim and proper no grounds to stop her

You can’t call the coppers on your own mother

Oh Boy

What joy

Oh Boy

 

All the stolen cars stand in the alley

His tabs in bars remain unpaid

From this distance he appears a failure

The world keeps changing he remains the same

 

Oh boy

What joy

Oh boy

What joy

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