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My, you did look dapper in your mother's old green scarf With your famous Auntie Arthur's trousers on You were slapped by that slapper And how we all laughed But she laughed the loudest In 93'... you could charm the bees knees of the bees. ''Cheeky'' you'd say And we all fell around, rollin' round the playground ''Saucy'' you'd say And we all fell about, rollin' round the playground Into 94' We all sang Skipping and dancing all hand in hand Yeah with all the boys together And all the girls together... She's the last of the English roses She's the last of the English roses (I'd wish to be so whril awake again) She knows her Rowdeys from the Stanleys And her Kappas from her Reeboks And her tit from her tat SongtexteAnd her Winstons from her Enochs It's fine and take what I Coming out, coming alive Round the Snooker table You dance the Frutti-Tutti She almost spilled her lager Toasting girls of great beauty But the closing moved by Coming of age, coming alive All the boys together And all the girls together She's the last of the English roses She's the last of the English roses Yeah she's the last of the English roses She's the last of, last of the English English roses Ah sometimes you can't change There'll be no place Ce soir, disons chez moi Enfin je compte de toi Je te drague la rose mystique Tu l'arroses mystique? Ha, vas-y C'est mon monde de soleil (Merci à Mel pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania