Under the gutter deep in the sewers\\
They're putting the paper to bed for the night\\
With a kiss and a story that's surely a rumour\\
Show-business, gossip, bullshit and hype\\
All the nice girls love a failure\\
Behind every failure lies a success\\
The newspaper people from The People newspaper\\
who've never been hounded by the press\\
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Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
You've been hounded for so long\\
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From the focus and flash of a far away camera\\
The poisonous pen, e-mail and fax\\
Dew on the ground and the sound of step ladders\\
Pass on the sleaze and job descriptions in their Trilby hats\\
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Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
You've been hounded for so long\\
Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
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Today's lucky numbers \\
pages 22 to 23\\
No fucking wonder\\
No purchase necessary\\
When you hear the corduroy\\
You know there's bad news coming\\
But don't shoot the paper boy\\
He's done nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing\\
Racing horse found on the moon\\
Fatmen camped outside your room\\
Poking through your letter box\\
Your dustbins and your smelly socks\\
You've been hounded for so long\\
Baby hang on\\
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Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
Extra, extra, read about it\\
You can't live or breathe without it\\
All the friends you knew so well\\
Pucker up to kiss and tell\\
publish and be damned as well\\
Send them all to tabloid hell\\
You've been hounded for so long\\
Hang on baby, baby hang on\\
You've been hounded for so long\\