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My old man's in finance He dishes out advice He'll tell you where to best invest But only for a price He charges a hundred fifty For every hour he's there I thought he'd got a ****** cheek I don't know how he dare I fell out with him I'm not that easily led So my stash is going back Underneath the bed for Higgs
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
Financial adviser
My old man's in finance He dishes out advice He'll tell you where to best invest But only for a price He charges a hundred fifty For every hour he's there I thought he'd got a ****** cheek I don't know how he dare I fell out with him I'm not that easily led So my stash is going back Underneath the bed for Higgs
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
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