Intro: E A E A, E A E A)
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Woke up this morning, found myself in bed
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My knowledge of the blues is somewhat nil
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I'd dreamt about a love affair in far off Budapest
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The sort of thing that sugars every pill
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I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
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I went dans la cuisine in a bilinguistic mood
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And Morphy Richards popped up with the goods
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I was feeling Hungary both this morning and last night
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And with an appetite like that you see the woods
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I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
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Is this the bit where we're supposed to make guitars collide?
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And is this the bit where we release all that raw energy?
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And is this the bit where we go crashing through those barriers?
D E A E A, E A E A
Like what they do in music mags?
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I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
E A E A
I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
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I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved,
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I was a teenage armchair Honved, I was a teenage armchair Honved,
A E
I was a teenage wham bam thank you, I was a teenage armchair Honved,
A E A
I was a teenage armchair Honved, I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
E A E A
I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
E A E A
I was a teenage armchair Honved fan. I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
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I was a teenage armchair Honved fan.
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