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Lyrics: Don't, Darren, Don'tDon't, Darren, don't Drive your panda car Out to the old abandoned farm And don't, Darren, don't Leave your police radio On the back seat, with your phone You might as well get into a spitfire Clutching a photograph Of the fiancee who you promised This mission would be your last Don't, Darren, Don't See a strangely glowing shape and decide to investigate Don't, Darren, don't Get any closer and then shout is there anyone about? You might as well go down the basement Of a haunted house Saying 'There's no such thing as ghosts!' Just as the lights go out Turn around and look behind you Darren When you heard a sound I doubt that it was nothing Every time I see you in films, Darren I shout 'Turn around' but the same thing always happens You'll be teleporting down to a planet Wearing a red shirt If someone's getting shot with a phaser gun It won't be Captain Kirk Or you'll be diving into the ocean Scoffing at the warning flags Saying 'Those lifeguards don't know what they're talking about -' 'Sharks never attack' Or you'll be driving the super-villain In your lorry to the prison yard Taunting Magneto, saying 'You'll never escape' 'From behind these iron bars' Don't, Darren, don't Come running crying home to me You won't get any sympathy Just Don't Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing click here for notes click here for appearances |
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An Artists Against Success PresentationMaintained by MJ Hibbett & The Validators |
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