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This karaoke version has been produced by Zoom Karaoke and the recording rights are owned and controlled by Zoom Entertainments Limited - #ZoomKaraoke #squeeze Song lyrics: 1. Labelled With Love SHE UNSCREWS THE TOP OF HER NEW WHISKEY BOTTLE AND SHUFFLES ABOUT IN HER CANDLE-LIT HOVEL LIKE SOME KIND OF WITCH WITH BLUE FINGERS IN MITTENS SHE SMELLS LIKE THE CAT AND THE NEIGHBOURS SHE SICKENS THE BLACK AND WHITE T.V. HAS LONG SEEN A PICTURE THE CROSS ON THE WALL IS A PERMANENT FIXTURE THE POSTMAN DELIVERS THE FINAL REMINDERS SHE SELLS OFF HER SILVER AND POODLES IN CHINA 2. Up The Junction I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN WITH ME AND A GIRL FROM CLAPHAM OUT ON A WINDY COMMON THAT NIGHT I AIN’T FORGOTTEN WHEN SHE DEALT OUT THE RATIONS WITH SOME OR OTHER PASSIONS I SAID YOU ARE A LADY PERHAPS, SHE SAID I MAY BE... WE MOVED INTO A BASEMENT WITH THOUGHTS OF OUR ENGAGEMENT WE STAYED IN BY THE TELLY ALTHOUGH THE ROOM WAS SMELLY WE SPENT OUR TIME JUST KISSIN’ THE RAILWAY ARMS WE’RE MISSIN’ BUT LOVE HAD GOT US HOOKED UP AND ALL OUR TIME IT TOOK UP... 3. Pulling Mussels (From The Shell) THEY DO IT DOWN ON CAMBER SANDS THEY DO IT AT WAIKIKI LAZING ABOUT THE BEACH ALL DAY AT NIGHT THE CRICKETS CREEPY SQUINTING FACES AT THE SKY A HAROLD ROBBINS PAPERBACK SURFERS DROP THEIR BOARDS AND DRY AND EVERYBODY WANTS A HAT... BUT BEHIND THE CHALET MY HOLIDAY’S COMPLETE AND I FEEL LIKE WILLIAM TELL MAID MARIAN ON HER TIPTOED FEET... PULLING MUSSELS FROM A SHELL PULLING MUSSELS FROM A SHELL 4. Cool For Cats THE INDIANS SEND SIGNALS FROM THE ROCKS ABOVE THE PASS THE COWBOYS TAKE POSITION IN THE BUSHES AND THE GRASS THE SQUAW IS WITH THE CORPORAL SHE IS TIED AGAINST THE TREE SHE DOESN’T MIND THE LANGUAGE IT’S THE BEATIN’ SHE DON’T NEED SHE LETS LOOSE ALL THE HORSES WHEN THE CORPORAL IS ASLEEP AND HE WAKES TO FIND THE FIRE’S DEAD AND ARROWS IN HIS HAT AND DAVY CROCKETT RIDES AROUND AND SAYS IT’S COOL FOR CATS IT’S COOL FOR CATS THE SWEENEY’S DOING NINETY ’CAUSE THEY’VE GOT THE WORD TO GO THEY GET A GANG OF VILLAINS IN A SHED UP AT HEATHROW THEY’RE COUNTING OUT THE FIVERS WHEN THE HANDCUFFS LOCK AGAIN IN AND OUT OF WANDSWORTH WITH THE NUMBERS ON THEIR NAMES IT’S FUNNY HOW THEIR MISSUS’ ALWAYS LOOKS THE BLEEDIN’ SAME AND MEANWHILE AT THE STATION THERE’S A COUPLE OF LIKELY LADS WHO SWEAR LIKE HOW’S YOUR FATHER AND THEY’RE VERY COOL FOR CATS THEY’RE COOL FOR CATS
