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Spiders [...] Talk talk You think it's the pipes But who turns out the lights? Our city hobgoblins [Aboleroy] is a home hobgoblin And at nights all ready Our city hobgoblins [Here] past my home at night They are not alright Ten times my age One-tenth my height Our city hobgoblins Goes up the old night mill Ah but evil [Abbey grange for old pre-glaze] Pretentious [pretends to] say Our city hobgoblins They'll get yer Said Queen Victoria It's a large black slug in Piccadilly, Manchester Our city hobgoblins And they say We cannot walk the floor at night in peace At night in peace Aus Songtexte Mania