Only Fools and Horses

We've got some half price cracked ice and
Miles and miles of carpet tiles
T.V's, deep freeze and David Bowie L.P's
Ball games, gold chains, whatsnames

And Trevor Francis track suits from a mush in shepherds bush
Bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush
No income tax, no V.A.T
No money back, no guarantee
Black or white, rich or poor

We'll cut prices at a stroke
God bless Hooky street
Viva Hooky Street
Long live Hooky street
C'est magnifique, Hooky street
Magnifique, Hooky street, Hooky street
Hooky street, Hooky, street, Hooky street, Hooky street

Stick a boney in me pocket
I'll fetch the suitcase from the van
'Cause if you want the best 'uns
But you don't ask questions
Then brother, I'm your man
'Cause where it all comes from is a mystery

It's like the changin' of the seasons
And the tides of the sea
But here's the one that's drivin' me beserk
Why do only fools and horses work

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Credits
Writer(s): Kyle C. Eastwood, Michael C. Stevens
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