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Dad, I'm in love with a Cherokee Indian squaw We don't need to watch Miss World Turn over to World of Sport Miss Uganda, Miss UK, Miss Israel We don't need you any more We don't need you any more We are unusual men Though we walk with you We don't think like you We are not like you We see with unusual eyes We have unusual minds We wear one-piece suits We are not you Mitzi and Rusty are on World of Sport But I'm waiting for my Indian squaw I'm waiting for my Indian squaw Miss West Germany, Miss Yugoslavia, Miss Popular Front I don't need you any more I don't need you any more We are unusual men Though we walk with you We don't think like you We are not you We see with unusual eyes We have unusual minds We wear one-piece suits We are not you There is no internet, and no mobile phones. You wanna meet up with someone, give them a call on the blower. Don't be late for a date. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. 'Cause in this version of living, not everyone is connected up by the GPO Easy, easy, Gorgeous George Easy, easy, Gorgeous George The plumber, being a man of his time, knew all this, and figured that the most effective way to give his message over to the masses was by printing up leaflets that revealed his secret knowledge. Soon, a large proportion of the wrestling-loving West Midlands public would know the identity of Kendo Nagasaki, that most unusual masked man We are unusual men Unusual men, unusual men We are unusual men Unusual men, unusual men Dad, I'm in love with a Cherokee Indian squaw We don't need to watch Miss World Turn over to World of Sport