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I like it when I strut.

quote by Delta Burke
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I Choose To Be A Rooster

I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.

I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.

And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.

I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.

And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.

I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Putter In the Muck

Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.

Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.

Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Pack that sad act you do,
And put it away!

Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.

Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.

Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Pack that sad act you do...
And put it away!

Don't economize,
Your happiness.
One bit.
Give that up!

Don't apologize,
For an 'is' that 'is'
Don't quit.
OR give that up!

Don't get paralyzed,
When the lies fly.
And you realize
That the lies are all about you!
Just don't,
Putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Just don't,
Putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Strut

Words and music by bob seger
Shes totally committed
To major independence
But shes a lady through and through
She gives them quite a battle
All that they can handle
Shell bruise some
Shell hurt some too
But oh they love to watch her strut
Oh they do respect her but
They love to watch her strut
Sometimes theyll want to leave her
Just give up and leave her
But they would never play that scene
In spite of all her talking
Once she starts in walking
The lady will be all they ever dreamed
Oh theyll love to watch her strut
Oh theyll kill to make the cut
They love to watch her strut
Yeah love to watch her strut
Watch her strut

song performed by Bob Seger
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Tear It Up

(john burnette, dorsey burnette & paul burlison)
Come on, little baby, lets tear that dance floor up
Come on, little baby, lets tear that dance floor up.
Come on, little mama, let me see you strut your stuff.
Im a leavin, little baby, gonna be gone a long, long time.
Im a leavin, little baby, gonna be gone a long, long time.
Well come on honey and show me a real good time.
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little baby let me see you strut your stuff.
[instrumental verse]
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little baby let me see you strut your stuff.
Well you step back baby, and you move my way,
Step around again and let me hear you say
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little baby, let me see you strut your stuff.
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little mama let me see you strut your stuff.
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little mama let me see you strut your stuff.

song performed by Rod Stewart
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Flashy Lady

Prance,prance I'm goin go in to your dance
Flashy lady
Shake,shake you know you got what it take
Flashy lady
Everything I got depends on you
Flashy lady
No one else can love me like you do
No one else but you
Cause you got that think
Flashy lady
Come on and strut your stuff
Strut your stuff
Now'now flashy lady
I just can't get enough
No not enough
You know when other people call you trash
I love to love a flashy lady
Wild,wild you really got on me now
Flashy lady
Shine,shine you know your looking find
Flashy lady
I can never let you get away
Flashy lady
And it doesn't matter what they say
Your goin to get your way
Cause you got that think
Flashy lady
Come on and strut you stuff
Come on come on now
Flashy lady
I just can't get enough
Not a ,not enough
You know when other people call you trash
I love to love a flashy lady
Flashy lady
Don't you know you got a grandprance
Come on go in to your dance
Flashy lady
Shake,shake you know you got what it takes
Flashy lady
I can use a taste of what you got
Flashy lady
You can chase away the blues I got
The bad news I got
When you use that thing
Flashy lady
Come on and strut your stuff
Come on,come on now
Flashy lady
I just can't get enough

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song performed by Barry Manilow
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Blister In The Sun (live)

When I'm a walking I strut my stuff then I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hand I know you're the one
Body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one
When I'm walking I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
When I'm walking I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
When I'm walking I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one

song performed by Indigo Girls
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Attitude Dancing

(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Theres a new kind of dancing
Thats gonna be the rage
You just leave yourself behind
Like an actor on a stage
Cop a different pose
>from the pose youre in
Shine a different attitude
>from underneath your skin
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Any attitude is the proper attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid to change your attitude
Attitude dancing
Free up your spirit with a new attitude
It dont even matter
If you stretch or shake
And it dont really matter
What moves your body makes
And it dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Thats your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Learn to move in another attitude
Attitude dancing
Find the groove in a new attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid of a new attitude
It dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Is your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a new attitude
Do the locomotion in a new attitude
Do the mashed potato in a new attitude
Do the hully gully in a new attitude
Find a role you like
Capture it and freeze
Then turn it around
A hundred and eighty degrees
Or if youre at a loss
Observe some natural dude
And turn into a mirror of his attitude

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song performed by Carly Simon
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Hungry Like The Wolf

(ha ha!)
Dark in the city, night is a wire
Steam in the subway, earth is a fire
Do-do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do
Woman you want me, give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
Do-do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do
In touch with the ground
Im on the hunt Im after you
Smell like I sound, Im lost in a crowd
And Im hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line, in discord and rhyme
Im on the hunt Im after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And Im hungry like the wolf
Stalked in the forest, too close to hide
Ill be upon you by the moonlight side
Do-do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do
High blood drumming ony our skin its so tight
You feel my heart, Im just a moment behind
Do-do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do
In touch with the ground
Im on the hunt Im after you
Scent and a sound, Im lost and Im found
And Im hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, its discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine Im after you
Mouth is alive all running inside
And Im hungry like the wolf
-
(hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf)
Burning the ground I break from the crowd
Im on the hunt Im after you
I smell like I sound, Im lost and Im found
And Im hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, its discord and rhyme
Im on the hunt Im after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And Im hungry like the wolf
Burning the ground I break from the crowd
Im on the hunt Im after you
Scent and a sound, Im lost and Im found
And Im hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, its discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine Im after you
Mouth is alive all running inside
And Im hungry like the wolf...

song performed by Duran Duran
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Blister In The Sun

When Im out walking
I strut my stuff
And Im so strung out
Im high as a kite
And I just might
Stop to check you out
Let me go on
Like a blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands I know your the one
Body and beats
I stain my sheets
I dont even know why
My girlfriend
Shes at the end
She is starting to cry
Let me go on
Like a blister in the sun
Let me go on
Yeah big hands I know your the one
When Im out walking
I strut my stuff
And Im so strung out
And Im high as a kite
I just might
Stop to check you out
High as a kite
I just might
Stop to check you out
Body and beats
I stain my sheets
I dont even know why
My girlfriend
Shes at the end
She is starting to cry
When Im out walking
I strut my stuff
And Im so strung out
Im high as a kite
I just might
Stop to check you out
Let me go on
Like a blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands I know your the one

song performed by Indigo Girls
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Jungletime

Words and Music by Neil Diamond
Jungle time, time for the fight and it's time for the fury.
Jungle time, settin' it right and then takin' the glory,
Jungle time, rumble time,
baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Strut your stuff, lay it all out like you don't care who knows it.
Strut your stuff, you keep your cool while the other guy blows it.
Strut your stuff, hangin' tough.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time.
Hey, I'm walkin' proud, me and the boys got a date with the angels.
Walkin' proud, we and them boys ain't exactly like strangers.
Walkin' proud, talkin' proud.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time.
Hey, I'm checkin' out, this ain't my style it it ain't my persuasion.
Checkin' out, guess I ain't built for this kind of occasion.
Checkin' out, steppin' out.
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama.
Jungle time, rough, tough, tumble time.
Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time

song performed by Neil Diamond
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Better Days Are Made For The Ones Who Pay The Price

Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.

Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.

Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice,
Without a self defeating.

Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
As if they live to get a beating.
Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
As if they live to get a beating.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.

Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.

Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
And...
Do it as if they are singing in different tones.

Well. Well. Well. Well...
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.

Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.

Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.

Well. Well. Well. Well...
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.

Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Platinum

Shadows only shade,
Not produce a single light...
On a path one makes.

Seeking to hide behind those shadows,
May welcome more grunts to stunt...
With additional heartaches that come to break.

Get up and shine,
Like you're platinum.
Glow and radiate.
Get up and glisten.
Like a priceless diamond.
Gleam in the mix and celebrate.

Shadows only shade,
Not produce a single light...
On a path one makes.

Keep it there,
As if you are platinum.
Share whenever you choose.
Sparkle bright like a diamond,
And strut like you've got new shoes!

Shadows only shade,
Not produce a single light...
On a path one makes.

Seeking to hide behind those shadows,
May welcome more grunts to stunt...
With additional heartaches that come to break.

Get up and shine,
Like you are platinum.
Glow and radiate.
Get up and glisten.
Like a priceless diamond.
Gleam in the mix and celebrate.

Keep it there,
And strut around like you're platinum.
Keep it there,
Radiate and celebrate.
Keep it there...
To blind the eyes like a diamond,
Fresh and priceless...
And never out of date!

Or rated as fake!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One More Time!

You may not like what is said!
And go to bed with an achy head.
To wake up the next day dragging dread.
But...
The ruts you keep bottling up to cuss.
With a fussing that slows your strut.
Is for you to face.
And not others to embrace,
Your reality!

ONE MORE TIME!

The ruts you keep bottling up to cuss.
With a fussing that slows your strut.
Is for you to face.
And not others to embrace,
Your reality!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blister In The Sun (live)

when im a walking i strut my stuff,
and im so strung out,
im high as a kite i just might stop to check u out,
let me go on like a blister in the sun
let me go on begin to know u one
body beats i stain the sheets,
i dont even know why,
my girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry,
let me go on like a blister in the sun,
let me go on begin to know you one,
when im a walking i strut my stuff,
and im so strung out,
im high as a kite i just might stop to check you out,
and then, and then, body beats i stain the sheets,
i dont even know why,
my girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry,
let me go on like a blister in the sun
let me go on begin to know you one,
f****ing s**t
oh oh oh oh
let me go on like a blister in the sun,
let me go on begin to know u one
f***ing s**t

song performed by Bowling For Soup
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In The Night

Zazou, what youre gonna do?
Theres a lot of people coming for you
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
That zazou, he dont care
Dark glasses, long hair
Takes his time, sneers at men
Some ugly people want revenge
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night (in the night)
In the night (in the night)
That zazou, he sleeps all day
Then down to select or le collisee
Sips his drinks, orders more
Says what he thinks and its a crazy war
Zazou, what youre gonna do?
A knock on the door in the night
(in the night in the night ...)
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night (the night the night)
And when the soldiers strut, all he cares about
Is love
When the flags are out, all he cares about
Is love
Well, theres a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and -
Collaboration (-ration)
In the night
(in the night in the night in the night in the night ...)
(crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime
Crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime crime
Crime crime crime crime ...)
In the night (in the night in the night)
In the night (in the night in the night)
Zazou, what youre gonna do?
Theres a lot of people coming for you
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
Now everybodys under somebodys spell
Unless theyve already gone to hell
In the streets you can hear the people say
That, zazou, he should be locked away!
When the soldiers strut, all he cares about
Is love
Oh, when the flags are out, all he cares about
Is love
And theres a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and

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song performed by Pet Shop Boys
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In The Night (1995)

Zazou, whatcha gonna do?
There's a lot of people and they're coming for you
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
That Zazou, he don't care
The dark glasses
The long hair
Takes his time
Sneers at men
Some ugly people want revenge
Zazou comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
In the night
That Zazou he sleeps all day
Then down to Select or Le Collisee
Sips his drinks, orders more
Says what he thinks and it's a crazy war
Zazou, whatcha gonna do?
A knock on the door in the night
Zazou comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
And when the soldiers strut
All he cares about is love
When the flags are out
All he cares about is love
Well there's a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and
Collaboration
In the night
In the night
In the night
Zazou whatcha gonna do?
There's a lot of people and they're coming for you
Zazou, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
Now everybody's under somebody's spell
Unless they've already gone to Hell
In the streets you can hear the people say
"That Zazou, he should be locked away!"
And when the soldiers strut
All he cares about is love
When the flags are out
All he cares about is love
Well there's a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and
Collaboration

song performed by Pet Shop Boys
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Hungry Like The Wolf

in touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd
and I'm hungry like the wolf
straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
mouth is alive with juices like wine
and I'm hungry like the wolf
stalked in the forest too close to hide
I'll be upon you by the moonlight side
do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
high blood drumming on your skin it's so tight
you feel my heart I'm just a moment behind
do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
in touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
scent and a sound I'm lost and I'm found
and I'm hungry like the wolf
strut on a line it's discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine I'm after you
mouth is alive all running inside
and I'm hungry like the wolf
hungry like the wolf
hungry like the wolf
hungry like the wolf
buring the ground I break from the crowd
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
I smell like I sound I'm lost and I'm found
and I'm hungry like the wolf
strut on a line it's discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
mouth is alive with juices like wine
and I'm hungry like the wolf

song performed by Reel Big Fish
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Golden Country

Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin just what comes after
Well your blacks are dyin but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand
Mortgage people you crawl to your homes
Your security lies in your bed of white foam
You act concerned but then why turn away
When a lady was raped on your doorstep today
Well your blacks are cryin but your back is still turned
And your freaks are dyin but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah......
(solo)
Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin just what comes after
Well your blacks are dyin but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand
(repeat)

song performed by Reo Speedwagon
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Part I

"That oblong book's the Album; hand it here!
Exactly! page on page of gratitude
For breakfast, dinner, supper, and the view!
I praise these poets: they leave margin-space;
Each stanza seems to gather skirts around,
And primly, trimly, keep the foot's confine,
Modest and maidlike; lubber prose o'er-sprawls
And straddling stops the path from left to right.
Since I want space to do my cipher-work,
Which poem spares a corner? What comes first?
'Hail, calm acclivity, salubrious spot!'
(Open the window, we burn daylight, boy!)
Or see—succincter beauty, brief and bold—
'If a fellow can dine On rumpsteaks and port wine,
He needs not despair Of dining well here—'
'Here!' I myself could find a better rhyme!
That bard's a Browning; he neglects the form:
But ah, the sense, ye gods, the weighty sense!
Still, I prefer this classic. Ay, throw wide!
I'll quench the bits of candle yet unburnt.
A minute's fresh air, then to cipher-work!
Three little columns hold the whole account:
Ecarté, after which Blind Hookey, then
Cutting-the-Pack, five hundred pounds the cut.
'Tis easy reckoning: I have lost, I think."

Two personages occupy this room
Shabby-genteel, that's parlor to the inn
Perched on a view-commanding eminence;
———— -Inn which may be a veritable house
Where somebody once lived and pleased good taste
Till tourists found his coign of vantage out,
And fingered blunt the individual mark
And vulgarized things comfortably smooth.
On a sprig-pattern-papered wall there brays
Complaint to sky Sir Edwin's dripping stag;
His couchant coast-guard creature corresponds;
They face the Huguenot and Light o' the World.
Grim o'er the mirror on the mantlepiece,
Varnished and coffined, Salmo ferox glares
—Possibly at the List of Wines which, framed
And glazed, hangs somewhat prominent on peg.

So much describes the stuffy little room—
Vulgar flat smooth respectability:
Not so the burst of landscape surging in,
Sunrise and all, as he who of the pair
Is, plain enough, the younger personage
Draws sharp the shrieking curtain, sends aloft
The sash, spreads wide and fastens back to wall

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poem by Robert Browning from The Inn Album (1875)
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What Stephen Lawrence Has Taught Us

We know who the killers are,
We have watched them strut before us
As proud as sick Mussolinis',
We have watched them strut before us
Compassionless and arrogant,
They paraded before us,
Like angels of death
Protected by the law.

It is now an open secret
Black people do not have
Chips on their shoulders,
They just have injustice on their backs
And justice on their minds,
And now we know that the road to liberty
Is as long as the road from slavery.

The death of Stephen Lawrence
Has taught us to love each other
And never to take the tedious task
Of waiting for a bus for granted.
Watching his parents watching the cover-up
Begs the question
What are the trading standards here?
Why are we paying for a police force
That will not work for us?

The death of Stephen Lawrence
Has taught us
That we cannot let the illusion of freedom
Endow us with a false sense of security as we walk the streets,
The whole world can now watch
The academics and the super cops
Struggling to define institutionalised racism
As we continue to die in custody
As we continue emptying our pockets on the pavements,
And we continue to ask ourselves
Why is it so official
That black people are so often killed
Without killers?

We are not talking about war or revenge
We are not talking about hypothetics or possibilities,
We are talking about where we are now
We are talking about how we live now
In dis state
Under dis flag, (God Save the Queen),
And God save all those black children who want to grow up
And God save all the brothers and sisters
Who like raving,

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poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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