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I feel
The city’s lure
The apple of my eye
I cherish her

Everybody’s here

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'Cause my songs don’t know that I exist
And though I give them life it is
A friendship that will never grow
My songs are friends I’ll never know

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Fun fact:

The song “Suedehead” by Morrissey features the lyrics:

Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay, oh, oh
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay, oh
Oh, it was a good lay, it was a good lay
Oh, a good lay, oh, a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay

These lyrics were written about Larry Mize deciding to lay up at the 11th hole at Augusta instead of going for the green in the play off against Greg Norman at the 1987 US Masters.

Morrissey was watching the coverage of this tournament and was inspired by it, also writing “Everyday Is Like Sunday” about the atmosphere at Augusta when “the tournament begins” at the 10th hole of the final round.

The song “Little Man, What Now?” was a direct quote by the great Peter Alliss about the predicament Seve Ballesteros found himself in when he pulled his tee shot at the first hole of the three way play off.

“Dial A Cliché” was written about the US commentary of the event.

Morrissey’s solo 1988 album which contains all these songs was titled “Viva Hate” when he found out about the dubious ethos which pervaded within Augusta National Golf Club.

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444

On the twenty-eighth day of November
The Tans left the town of the Macroom
They were seated in two Crossley Tenders
Which led them right into their doom

I’m late, so what

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445

He thinks I am a cabbage
Because I hate University Challenge

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There’s nothin’ in the press
There’s nothin’ on the telly
I feel a bit sick 'cause there’s nothing in my belly
Letter through the letterbox
Posters on the pole
The country being ran by greedy wee trolls

447

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N
You’ve got more than money and sense, my friend

448

And in the day, everything’s complex
There’s nothing simple when I’m not around you

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She waited for the match to start
to start a fight up with me.
She said, “what’s that you’re watching?”,
“It’s a Programme about art”.
She said, “A Programme about art?”, I said
“A programme about art” and then the greatest
midfield artist of them all walked out onto the park.
The crowd were on their feet and they whistled and
they cheered for the tiny wee Scotsman
with the copper coloured hair.

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On the first day of March it was raining
Raining worse than anything that I have ever seen

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