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My gran could talk night and day
Chatter Chatter Chatter Chatter Chatter Chatter Chatter
It she ever stops it’s only because
She’s trying to think of something to say
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She’d talk for England if she could
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And now I come to think of it
England wishes she would
We’d beat Brazil home and away
Germany wouldn’t stand a chance
We’d thrash Portugal and Argentina
And win nine-nil against France.
She’d run rings around Russia
Prattling on like she’s insane
She’d even learn to gossip in Spanish
If it meant getting the better of Spain
She’d talk the hind leg off a donkey
She doesn’t need to practice much
And she be twice as good as Holland
Because she talks double-Dutch
And after we beat Italy
In the final of the Talking World Cup
She’d say she was just getting started
And had no intention of shutting up
But sometime she’d have to retire
And she wouldn’t scream or squawk
Because she’s landed a job
As assistant manager of TalkTalk
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