Only Fools And Horses

Stick a parley in me pocket
I'll fetch the suitcase from the van
'Cause if you want the best ones but you don't ask questions
Then brother, I'm your man

'Cause where it all comes from is a mystery
It's like the changing of the seasons and the tides of the sea
But here's the one that's driving me berserk
One who only fools and all see his work

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