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What you gonna do, when guests drop in on you? We won't go away 'cause we've come out to stay Stand there like parked cars if you want to We can't force you to enjoy this music Take it or leave it we'll carry on regardless If you don't like it, you don't have to use it
It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you
Looks like a case of the blind leading the deaf to me You must be bored out of your pants Take it or leave it, we'll carry on regardless If you don't like it, you don't have to dance
It's up to you, up to you, black It's up to you, up to you, white It's up to you, up to you, unite It's up to you, up to you, or fight
In London town, you can hear the youth them say 'Take warning' It's up to you what you really wanna do For you were standing on the corner giving trouble When the policeman come, he says you have to move on the double, yeah So, steppin' up the street with my little rude girl With her 'stay-pressed' to her ankles It's up to her what she really wanna do It's up to you, you and strictly you and you
What you gonna do, when morons come for you? And they won't go away, they want the whole world painted grey
It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you It's up to you, up to you
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