Coplington

Lyrics

Mr's Burse, the district nurse, rides to Western Heath Never thinking of a life or if she's here to stay Mr, Jones, a capenter, making things from wood Never cared for no one in his life, he never could They're the people of Coplington Saturday night when they have a sing-song Jimmy List, the pianist, plonking on the keys Something finds, for all he's worth and clenching in the knees Mary Wills, who sells her pills, had a candy shop No ambition to get high, shе thinks she's at the top But she's not Nobody gеts really far when they all wanted in life is a brand new car Jimmy Jake, the undertaker, is a clever man In a job that haunts them all and it never can They're the people of Coplington Saturday night when they have a sing-song Cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-Coplington Nobody gets really far when they all wanted in life is a brand new car Jimmy Jake, the undertaker, is a clever man In a job that haunts them all and it never can They're the people of Coplington Saturday night when they have a sing-song Cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-Coplington Cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-Coplington (Ah!) Cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-Coplington (Hey! Here we go! Yippee!) Cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-Coplington (Everybody! One more Time!) Cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-cop-Coplington (*Rasberry*x3) Cop-cop-cop-cop...