Spiders [...]
Talk talk
You think it's the pipes
But who turns out the lights?
Our city hobgoblins
[Aboleroy] is a home hobgoblin
And at nights all ready
Our city hobgoblins
[Here] past my home at night
They are not alright
Ten times my age
One-tenth my height
Our city hobgoblins
Goes up the old night mill
Ah but evil
[Abbey grange for old pre-glaze]
Pretentious [pretends to] say
Our city hobgoblins
They'll get yer
Said Queen Victoria
It's a large black slug in Piccadilly, Manchester
Our city hobgoblins
And they say
We cannot walk the floor at night in peace
At night in peace
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