Dear Mr. Jones |
Watching the kids on a Monday morning, Dad's at work on a play |
Loads to be done, but he keeps on yawning, cursing the break of day |
Ask the bankman for a loan, tell him all about your home |
Get a friend for life just like your wife ought to be, dear Mr. Jones |
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Think that his neighbors can't survive, not without luxury |
Can't afford kids, staying next on the list, first – get a new TV |
Never hard to give a loan to a man with such a home |
Get a friend for life just like your wife ought to be, dear Mr. Jones |
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Dear Mr. Jones went on a caper |
Dreams seem to force him to work on a paper |
So lots of things we couldn't see |
He's being what he wants to be |
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Ever so lonely, all on his own, break for time for some tea |
Postman knocks on the door of his soul, how many letters? – Three |
Dear Mr. Jones, you're simply dear Mr. Jones |
Humble, obedient servant, dear Mr. Jones, oh dear me |
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Watching the kids on his own in the world, mixing a laugh with a moan |
It takes all sorts to make up the world, little sorts like dear Mr. Jones |
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Dear Mr. Jones went on a caper |
Dreams seem to force him to work on a paper |
So lots of things we couldn't see |
He's being what he wants to be |
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Watching the kids on his own in the world, mixing a laugh with a moan |
It takes all sorts to make up the world, little sorts like dear Mr. Jones |
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Dear Mr. Jones, dear Mr. Jones |