Duch of the terrace never grew up
I hope she never will
Broken down TV sits in the corner
Picture's standing still
Standing still
Duch of the terrace knows all her heritage
Says she's Henry's kid
Knows all the history in the family
Needs a man God forbid!
God forbid!
And it sounds like an empty house
Standing still
And it's quieter than a mouse
Standing still
Duch of the terrace never grew up
I hope she never will
Says she's an heiress, sits in her terrace
Says she's got time to kill
Time to kill
And the Roadies are queuing up
God forbid!
And they all want to win the cup
God forbid!
Duchess Duchess
Duchess Duchess
Duchess Duchess
And the Roadies are queuing up
God forbid!
And the Roadies are queuing up
God forbid!
And the Roadies are queuing up
God forbid!
Writer(s): Hugh Alan Cornwell, Brian John Duffy, David Greenfield, Jean Jacques Burnel
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