Arm in arm
And row on row
We’re cranking up the stereo
We’re heading for an ASBO
I scream for Quo
Fast ‘n’ bulbous
On we go
Heel for heel
And toe for toe
Change the chords?
Oh no, no, no
I scream for Quo
There ain’t no room for a kosher cowboy
In a town like New Orleans
Nobody but Status Quo knows what the fuck that means
Oh dear
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