Opening:
Stick a pony in my pocket,
Fetch the suitcase from the van.
Cos if you want the best-uns,
But you don't ask questions;
Then brother, I'm your man!

Cos where it all comes from is a mystery,
It's like the changing of the seasons
Or the tides of the sea.
But here's the one that's driving me beserk,
Why do only fools and horses work?

End credits:
We got some half price cracked ice
And miles and miles of carpet tiles
TVs, deep-freeze and David Bowie LPs.
Ball games, gold chains, whatsernames
And then I'll push
Trevor Francis tracksuits
From a mush in Shepherd's Bush
Bush Bush Bush Bush Bush Bush Bush

No income tax,
No VAT,
No money back,
No guarantee.
Black or white,
Rich or poor,
We'll cut prices and a straw!

God bless Hooky Street!
Viva! Hooky Street!
Long live Hooky Street!
C'est magnifique! Hooky Street!
Magnifique, Hooky Street!
Hooky Street.
Hooky Street.
Hooky Street.

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