Getta Bloomin' Move On! (The Self Preservation Society)

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This is the self-preservation society This is the self-preservation society Go wash your German bands, your boat race too Comb your Barnet Fair we got a lot to do Put on your dicky dirt and your Peckham rye Cause time's soon hurrying by Get your skates on mate, get your skates on mate No bib around your Gregory Peck today, eh? Drop your plates of meat right up on the seat This is the self-preservation society This is the self-preservation society Gotta get a bloomin move on Babadab-babadabadab-bab-ba Gotta get a bloomin move on Babadab-babadabadab-bab-ba Jump in the jam jar gotta get straight Hurry up mate – don't wanna be late How's your father? Tickety boo Tickety boo Gotta get a bloomin move on Self-preservation society This is the self-preservation society Put on your almond rocks and daisy roots Wash your Hampstead Heath and wear your whistle and flute Lots of lah-di-dahs and cockneys here Look alive and get out of here So get your skates on mate, get your skates on mate No bib around your Gregory Peck today, eh? Drop your plates of meat right up on the seat This is the self-preservation society This is the self-preservation society