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La, la , la, la, la, etc.
verse 2
All the grown-ups drank the stout and ale
Then we'd form our queues, outside the outside loos
That served for twenty-four, but on Saturday for more
And then we'd go to bed, but in our weary head
We heard the songs the others sang below
And the last we'd hear, sweet and clear
Was Uncle Jackson playing soft and low
La, la , la, la, la, etc.
La, la , la, la, la,
Repeat And Fade Out