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  • Текст песни Chumbawamba - 44. The Worm Turns



    A quiet Sunday afternoon, away from town and work
    Scatter all the groundbait down, relax with rod and hook
    But as the worm he wriggles round he dreams of just one wish
    The angler would fall into the pond and get eaten by the fish