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(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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I said to the silver-tail, your kind never fail Every cloud is silver-lined, you triumph every time Never seen a silver-fish, you spit into a silver dish Winner of a silver medal Quick-silver lies you peddle Brought up with a silver-spoon, too rich too soon Blessed with a silver tongue, oh yes a polished one Never eat silver-beet, pick up silver in the street Go collect your discreet silver-fox Dig into your fur-lined silver box |
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Silver tongue, silver-tail, all coked up and deathly pale Wonderin' when you'll get your silver bullet Silver-tail, a silver pervert, silver-plated silver-service That is how you'll get your silver bullet |
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As the dashing young man turns to silver-grey His magical powers seem to slide away His silver tongue slips, and between his legs The silver-tail dips into the dregs The silver-tail hangs his head and begs |
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Silver tongue, silver-tail, all coked up and deathly pale Wondering' when you'll get your silver bullet Silver-tail, a silver pervert, silver-plated silver-service That is how you'll get your silver bullet Silver tongue, silver-tail, all coked up and deathly pale Wonderin' when you'll get your silver bullet Silver-tail, a silver pervert, silver-plated silver-service That is how you'll get your silver bullet |
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