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Here come the Disney Boys
With their bag of surprises to make you laugh
Oh they’ll glue you to the floor, till you beg for more
And when you’re not looking, they slip through the door
But they make it so good, till the colour rubs off
Always new where you stood, till the colour rubs off
Here they come again
With their colour and brush to paint it good
Oh they’ll talk you to the ground, turn off the sound
Leave you with a taste of a space to be found
But they make it so good, till the colour rubs off
Always new where you stood, till the colour rubs off
The architect army’s here
With a daring design for a high-rise
Oh they’ve got you hot and cold, keep it out of reach
They’re the salt in you’re wound boys, they’re the slur in you’re speech
But they make it so good and you know that it’s right
Always make it so good and you know that it’s right
Right?
We’ll paint it good, tonight!
Disney Boys
Disney Boys
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