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ANY FATHER
Any father would be glad to
know
You went further than he'd dared to go
He would forgive you that you dared to dream
He'd gladly give you the world's ice-cream
But no
Don't say a word don't say a word
Oh no no no
Don't say a word
He'd wish you cinammon to soothe
the tongue
Sweet songs of Zimmerman when he was young
He'd shed a tear now to recall the thought
Of all those years and those cigars you bought
But no
Don't shed a tear don't shed a tear
No no no no no no no
Don't shed a tear
I saw you on the bus to town
Saving on the money
Keeping life's expenses down
Don't expect the milk or the honey
Any father would be glad to
know
You went much further than he'd dared to go
He would forgive you that you dared to dream
He'd gladly give you the world's ice-cream
But no
Don't say a word don't say a word
No no no no no no no
Don't shed that tear
BLOOD BROTHERS OVERTURE
- Mrs Johnstone:
Tell me it's not true
Say it's just a story
- Narrator:
So, did y'hear the story of the Johnstone twins?
As like each other as two new pins
Of one womb born, on the self same day
How one was kept and one given away?
An' did you never hear how the Johnstone's died
Never knowing they shared one name
Till the day they died, When a mother cried
My own dear sons lie slain
An' did y'never hear of the mother so cruel
There's a stone in place of her heart
Then bring her on and come judge for yourselves
How she came to play this part
TELL ME IT'S NOT
TRUE
Tell me it's not true
Say it's just a story
Something on the news
Tell me it's not true
Though it's here before me
And say it's just a dream
Say it's just a scene
From an old movie of years ago
From an old movie with Marilyn Monroe
Say it's just some clowns
Two players in the limelight
Bring the curtain down
Say it's just two clowns
Who couldn't get their lines right
And say it's just a show on the radio
That we can turn over and start again
That we can turn over, it's only a game,
Won't you tell me it's not
true
Say I only dreamed it
Morning will come soon
And say it's just pretend
Say it's just the end
Of an old movie from years ago
From an old movie with Marilyn Monroe
Tell me, won't you tell me
it's not true
Say you didn't mean it
Say it's just pretend
Say it's just the end of an old movie from years ago
From an old movie with Marilyn Monroe
Say it's just a story
Something on the news
CHINA
Jimmy got married and gave
up the team
Harry got carried away by that scheme
To sail round the world in a homemade canoe
Last thing I heard he was still living in Crewe
Jenny she's still drinking like a fish in the sea
And since she's started sinking, thinks no one can see
But what about you, did you
get to China
Did you find your way through
Or did you stumble and fall
With what's left of the crew here in the (V)Ferry Street dinna
No ones mentioning China
And no ones missing you at all
Johnny stills talks about the
socialist dream
And still no one notices what is happening to Jean
Mickey got sick and had to sell off the store
Bernie said she's learning not to care anymore
Radical Rose finally gave up the fight
Now she's got a new nose and a chin tucked up tight
But what about you, did you
get to China
Did you find your way through
Or did you stumble and fall
With what's left of the crew here in the Ferry Street dinna
No ones mentioning China
And no ones missing you at all
Days roll into days, roll into
days
And all that changes is nothing's changed
But what about you, did you
get to China
Did you find your way through
Or did you stumble and fall
With what's left of the crew here in the Ferry Street dinna
No ones mentioning China
And no ones missing you at all
Jimmy got married and gave
up the team
CRAZY DAYS
Where do you go
When your city's all ablaze
And you see beyond the glow
Such crazy days
Where do you go
What do you see
Now the fools are in command
Will you ever see your green
And pleasant land
What do you see
I'm going down to the river
I'm gonna stand high on that quay
I'm gonna find the crazy captain there
To take me to the sea
What do you feel
When shamelsess shadows mask the eye
When right is wrong and false is real
And truth's a lie
What do you feel
What can you say
Now they have taken all your words
Stripped and denied them so that they
Can not be heard
What can you say
I'm going down to the river
I'm gonna stand high on that quay
I'm gonna find the crazy captain there
To take me to the sea
And when that boat comes in
We will walk out through the waves
We may sink or we may swim
But we will leave these crazy days
In the paradise of plenty
all the palaces of fun
Are standing cold and empty as you shiver in the sun
In the shadows of ambition
where you learned to buy and sell
The ghosts of all your wishing are now lying where they fell
While the felons of the
language and the psycho-racketeers
Eat their bare faced sandwiches and never taste the tears
As disicples of the message
and the refugees of thought
Go fleeing from the wreckage of the dream that they once bought
Are you waiting for some
saviour to come tripping from the train
With points for good behaviour and some pills to ease the pain
Do you know what you are
doing is your conscience clean and clear
As you stand amongst the ruin of all you once held dear
And is it true
That only love can ease the pain
Can bathe your wounds and make you new
To love again
Oh is it true
Please say it's true
To love again
Oh let it be true
Because I must believe in you
I'M NOT SAYING A
WORD
- Edward:
He's mad. If I was Mickey I would have asked you years ago.
- Linda:
I know you would. 'Cos y' soft you are.
- Edward:
(singing) If I could stand inside his shows I'd say,
How could I compare thee to a summer's day
- Linda:
(speaking) Oh go away.....
- Edward:
I'd take a page in all the papers,
I'd announce it on the news
If I was the guy, if I
Was in his shoes.
- Linda:
I'm not with you.
- Edward:
If I was him I'd bring you flowers
And as you to dance
We'd while away the hours making future plans
For rainy days and country lanes
And trips to the sea.
I'd just tell you that I love you
If it was me.
But I'm not saying a word,
I'm not saying I care,
Though I would like you to know,
That I'm not saying a word,
I'm not saying I care,
Though I would like you to know.
If I was him I'd have to tell you,
What I've kept in my heart,
That even if we had to live
Some worlds apart
There would not be a day
In which I'd not think of you.
If I was him, if I was him.
That's what I'd do.
But I'm not saying a word
I'm not saying I care
Though I would like you to know
That I'm not saying a word,
I'm not saying I care,
Though I would like you to know.....
(speaking) But I'm not.
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MARILYN MONROE
- Mrs Johnstone:
Once I had a husband
You know the sort of chap
I met him at a dance
And how he came on with the chat
- Teddy Boy:
Y'dancin', I think you're a bleedin' cracker
- Mrs Johnstone:
He said my eyes were deep blue pools
My skin as soft as snow
- Teddy Boy:
Lovely
- Mrs Johnstone:
He told me I was sexier than Marilyn Monroe
And we went dancing
We went dancing
Then of course, I found
That I was six weeks overdue
- Teddy Boy:
Y'What?
- Mrs Johnstone:
We got married at the registry
An' then we had a "do"
- Guests:
Bring on the bevvies
- Mrs Johnstone:
They said the bride was lovelier than Marilyn Monroe
- Guests:
And we went dancing
Yes, we went dancing
- Mrs Johnstone:
Then the baby came along
we called him
- Teddy Boy:
Darren Wayne
- Mrs Johnstone:
Then three months on I found that I was
In the club again
- Teddy Boy:
I married a bleedin' rabbit
- Mrs Johnstone:
An' though I still fancied dancing
My husband wouldn't go
- Teddy Boy:
Get lost will y'
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- Mrs Johnstone:
By the time I was 25
I looked like 42
Me husband he walked out on me
A month or two ago
For a girl they say
Who looks a bit like Marilyn Monroe
- Teddy Boy:
Ta ra!
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- Mrs Johnstone:
No more dancing
No more dancing
MY CHILD
- Mrs Johnstone:
(speaking) Are y'......are y'that desperate to have a baby?
- Mrs Lyons:
- Each day I look out from this
window
I see him with his friends, I hear him call
I rush down but as I fold my arms around him
He's gone. Was he ever there at all?
I've dreamed of all the places I would take him
The games we'd play the stories I would tell
The jokes we'd share, the clothing I would make him
I reach out
- But as I do
- He fades away
- Mrs Johnstone:
If my child was raised
In a palace like this one,
He wouldn't have to worry where
His next meal was comin' from.
His clothing would be supplied by
George Henry Lee
- Mrs Lyons:
He'd have all his own toys
And a garden to play in
Mrs Johnstone:
He could make too much noise
Without the neighbours complainin'
Mrs Lyons:
Silver trays to take meals on
- Mrs Johnstone:
A bike with both wheels on?
- Mrs Lyons:
And he'd sleep every night
In a bed of his own
- Mrs Johnstone:
He wouldn't get into fights
He'd leave matches alone
And you'd never find him
Effin' and Blindin'.
And when he grew up
He could never be told
To stand and queue up
For hours on end at the dole
He'd grow up to be
- Mrs Lyons & Mrs Johnstone:
A credit to me
- Mrs Johnstone:
To you. I would still be able to see him every day, wouldn't
I?
- Mrs Lyons:
Of course
- Mrs Johnstone:
An'........an' you would look after him, wouldn't y'?
- Mrs Lyons:
I'd keep him warm in the winter
And cool when it shines
I'd pull out his splinters
Without making him cry
I'd always be there
If his dream was a nightmare
My Child
My Child
EASY TERMS
Mrs Johnstone:
Only mine until
The time comes round
To pay the bill.
Then I'm afraid
What can't be paid
Must be returned
You never, ever learn
that nothing's yours
On easy terms
Only for a time,
I must not learn
To call you mine
Familiarize
That face, those eyes
Make future plans
That cannot be confirmed
On borrowed time
On easy terms
Living on the never never
Constant as the changing weather
Never sure
Who's at the door
Or the price I'll have to pay
Should we meet again
I will not recognise you name
You can be sure
What's gone before
Will be concealed
Your friends will never learn
That once we were
On easy terms.
Living on the never never
Constant as the changing weather
Never sure
Who's at the door
Or the price I'll have to pay.....
- Mrs Lyons:
They're born, you didn't notify me
- Mrs Johnstone:
Well I...I just....it's...couldn't
I keep them for a few more days, please, please, they're a pair,
they go together
- Mrs Lyons:
My husband is due back tomorrow, Mrs Johnstone. I must have my
baby. We made an agreement, a bargain. You swore on the Bible
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- Mrs Johnstone:
You'd better.....you'd better see which one you want
- Mrs Lyons:
I'll take...
- Mrs Johnstone:
No. Don't tell me which one. Just take him, take him
Living on the never never
Constant as the changing weather
Never sure
Who's at the door
Or the price I'll have to pay
Should we meet again.....
SHOES UPON THE TABLE
Narrator:
Shoes upon the table
An' a spider's been killed
A full moons shinin'
An' the salts been spilled
You're walkin' on the pavement cracks
Don't know what's gonna come to pass
Now y'know the devil's got your number
Y' know he's gonna find y'
Y' know he's right behind y'
He's starin; through your windows
He's creepin' down the hall
Ain't no point at clutching
At your rosary
You're always gonna know what was done
Even when you shut your eyes you still see
That you sold a son
And you can't tell anyone
But y' know the devil's got your number
Y' know he's gonna find y'
Y' know he's right behind y'
He's starin' through your windows
He's creepin down the hall
Yes, y' know the devil's got your number
He's gonna find y'
Y' know he's right behind y'
He's standin' on your step
And he's knocking at your door
He's knocking at your door
He's knocking at your door
KIDS GAME
- Sammy:
I got y'
I shot y'
An' y', bloody know i did
I got y'
I shot y'
- Linda:
I stopped it with the bin lid
- Kids:
But you know that if you cross your fingers
And if you count from one to ten
You can get up off the ground again
It doesn't matter
The whole thing's just a game
- Perkins:
My name is Elliott Ness,
And lady, here's my card
I'm lookin' for one Al Capone
(to lackeys) Mac, check the back
Sarge, you check the yard!
- Donna Marie:
But pal, I've told y'
Al ain't home
- Perkins:
So, lady can I use your telephone
- Kids:
But you know that if
your cross your fingers
And if you count from one to ten
You can get up off the ground again
It doesn't matter the whole thing's just a game
- Cowboy:
When I say draw
You'd better grab that gun
An' maybe say a little prayer
'Cos I'm the fastest draw
That man you ever saw
Call up your woman, say goodbye to her
- Donna Marie:
Oh Shane!
- Cowboy:
'Cos y' know that you're going right down there
- Kids:
But you know that if
you cross your fingers
And if you count rom one to ten
You can get up off the ground again
It doesn't matter
The whole thing's just a game
- Sammy:
My name is Professor Howe
An' zees bomb i 'old
Eet can destroy ze 'emisphere
I've primed it, I've timed it
To explode
Unless you let me out of here
- Kids:
NO!
- Sammy:
No?
Then i suggest you cover up your ears
- Kids:
But you know that if you cross your fingers
And if you count from one to ten
You can get up off the ground again
It doesn't matter
The whole thing's just a game
The whole thing's just a game
The whole thing's just a game
THAT GUY
- Mickey:
If I was like him I'd know all the right words,
- Edward:
If I was like him, I'd know some real birds,
apart from those in my dreams and in magazines.
- Mickey:
Just look at his hair,
His hair's dark and wavy.
- Edward:
It just isn't fair.
- Mickey:
Mine's the colour of gravy.
- Edward & Mickey:
Each part of his face is in just the right place.
Is he laughing at me?
- Edward:
At my nose did he notice?
- Mickey:
That I should wear a brace.
- Edward:
That I've got halitosis.
- Mickey & Edward:
When nature picked on me she chose
To stick on me.
- Edward:
Eyes that don't match.
- Mickey:
I've got ears that stand out.
- Edward & Mickey:
She picked the wrong batch
When she handed mine out,
And then she attacked me with permanent acne.
- Edward:
I wish I was a bit like
Wish that i could score a hit like
Be just a little bit like
- Mickey & Edward:
That Guy. That Guy.
- Mickey:
I wish that I could be like
Just a little less like me.
- Edward:
Like the kind of guy I see, like
- Edward & Mickey:
That Guy, That Guy.
BRIGHT NEW DAY
- Mrs Johnstone:
Oh, bright new day
We're moving away
- Mickey:
Mam? What is it?
- Mrs Johnstone:
We're starting all
over again
- Donna Marie:
Is it a summons, mother?
- Mrs Johnstone:
Oh, bright new day
We're goin' away
- Mickey:
Sammy!
- Mrs Johnstone:
Where nobody's heard of our name
- Sammy:
I've not robbed nothin', honest, mam
- Mrs Johnstone:
Where we can begin again
Feel we can win and then
Live just like livin' should be
Got a new situation
A new destination
And no reptuation following me
- Mickey:
What is it, what is it?
- Mrs Johnstone:
We're gettin' out
We're movin' house
We're starting all over again
We're leavin' this mess
For our new address
'Sixty-five Skelmersdale Lane'
- Mickey:
Where's that, mam?
- Sammy:
Is that in the country?
- Donna Marie:
What's it like there?
- Mrs Johnstone:
The air is so pure
You get drunk just by breathing
And the washing stays clean on the line
Where there's space for the kids
'Cos the garden's so big
It would take you a week just to reach the far side
(speaking) Come on, Sammy, Mickey, now you've all gorra help.
Erm, would you excuse us, we've gorra pack. We're movin' away
- Neighbour:
What did she say?
- Milkman:
They're movin' away
- All:
Praise the Lord, he has delivered us at last
- Neighbour:
They're gettin' out
They're movin' house
Life won't be the same as in the past
- Policeman:
I can safely predict
A sharp drop in the crime rate
- Neighbour:
It'll be calm an' peaceful around here
- Milkman:
And now I might even
Get paid what is mine, mate
- Neighbour:
An' you'll see, grafitti will soon dissapear
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- Mrs Johnstone:
Just pack up the bags,
We're leavin' the rags,
The wobbly wardrobe, chest of drawers that never close.
The two legged chair, the carpet so bare,
You wouldn't see it if it wasn't for the holes.
Now that we're movin'
Now that we're improvin',
Let's just wash our hands of this lot.
For it's no longer fitting, for me to be sitting
On a sofa I know for a fact was knocked off.
We might get a car,
Be all 'lardie dah',
An' go drivin' out to the sands.
At the weekend
A gentleman friend,
Might take me dancing
To the local bands.
We'll have a front room,
And then if it should happen,
That His Holiness flies in from Rome,
He can sit there with me, eating toast, drinking tea
In the sort of surroundings that remind him of home.
- Mickey:
It's like the country, isn't it, mam?
- Mrs Johnstone:
Ey, we'll be alright out here son, away from the muck an' the
dirt an' the bloody trouble. Eh, I could dance. Come here.
- Mickey:
Get off....
- Mrs Johnstone:
Oh, bright new day,
We're movin' away,
We're startin' all over again.
Oh, bright new day,
We're goin' away,
Where nobody's heard of our name.
(speaking) An' what are you laughing at?
- Mickey:
I'm not laughin', I'm smilin'. I haven't seen you this happy
like this for ages.
- Mrs Johnstone:
Well, I am happy now.
Eh, Jesus, where's the others?
- Mickey:
They went into that
field, mam.
- Mrs Johnstone:
Sammy. Sammy! Get off that bleedin' cow before i kill you. Oh
Jesus, what's out Donna Marie stepped into? Sammy, that cow's
a bull. Come here the lot of you!
Now we can begin again,
Feel we can win an' then
Live just like livin' should be.
Got a new situation,
A new destination,
An' no reputation following me.
- All:
We're gettin' out. We're movin' house
We're goin' away. Gettin' out today.
We're movin' movin' movin' movin' movin' house.
- Mrs Johnstone:
We're goin' away,
Oh bright new day!
GYPSIES IN THE WOOD
Mrs Lyons:
Edward, Edward, Edward......
- Narrator:
There's gyspies in the wood,
An' they've been watchin' you,
They're gonna take your baby away.
There's gyspies in the wood,
An' they've been calling you,
Can Edward please come out and play,
Please can he come with us and play.
You know the devil's got your number,
Y' know he's gonna find y',
Y' know he's right behind y',
He's staring through your widows,
He's creeping down the hall.
SUMMER SEQUENCE
- Narrator:
There's a few bob in
your pocket and you've got good friends,
And it seems that summers never coming to an end,
Young, free and innocent, you haven't got a care,
Apart from decidin' on the clothes you're gonna wear.
The street's turned into paradise, the radio's singing dreams,
You're innocent, immortal, you're just fifteen.
And who'd dare tell the lambs in spring,
What fate the later seasons bring.
Who's tell the girl in the middle of the pair
The price she'll pay for just being there.
But leave them alone, let them go and play
They care not for what's at the end of the day.
For what is to come, for what might have been,
life has no ending when you're sweet sixteen
And your friends are with you to talk away the night,
Or until Mrs Wong switches off the chippy light.
Then there's always the corner and the street lamp's glare
An' another hour to spend with your friends, with her,
To share your last cigarette and your secret dream
At the midnight hour, at seventeen.
It's just another ferryboat, a trip to the beach
But everything is possible, the world's within your reach
An' you don't even notice the broken bottles in the sand
The oil in the water and you can't understand
How living could be anything other than a dream
When you're young, free and innocent and just eighteen.
And only if th three of them could stay like that forever,
And only if we could predict no changes in the weather,
And only if we didn't live in life as well as dreams
And only if we could stop and be forever, just eighteen.
LIGHT ROMANCE/MADMAN
- Narrator:
There's a girl inside
the woman
Who's waiting to get free
She's washed a million dishes
She's always making tea.
- Linda:
Could I talk to Councillor Lyons, please?
- Narrator:
There's a girl inside the woman
And the mother she became
And a half rememnbered song
Comes to her lips again.
- Linda:
Eddie, could I talk to you?
- Narrator:
The girl would sing the melody
But the woman stands in doubt
And wonders what the price would be
For letting the young girl out.
- Linda:
Yeh, I remember.
- Mrs Johnstone:
(singing) It's just a light romanace,
It's nothing cruel,
They laid no plans,
How it came,
Who can explain?
They just said 'hello',
And foolishly they gazed,
They should have gone
Their seperate ways.
- Edward:
Hey. (He mimes firing a gun.)
- Linda:
Missed.
- Mrs Johnstone:
(singing) It's just the same old song,
Nothing cruel,
Nothing wrong.
It's just two fools,
Who know the rules,
But break them all,
And grasp at half a chance
To play their part
In a light romance.
Living on the never never,
Constant as the changing weather,
Never sure
Who's at the door,
Or the price
You're gonna have to pay.
It's just a secret glance,
Across a room.
A touch of hands
That part too soon.
That same old tune
That always plays,
And lets them dance as friends,
Then stand apart,
As the music ends.
Loving on the never never,
Constant as the changing weather,
Never sure
Who's at the door
Or the price you're gonna have to....
Mickey.......Mickey......MICKEY!
- Narrator:
There's a man gone mad in the town tonight,
He's gonna shoot somebody down,
There's a man gone mad, lost his mind tonight,
There's a mad man
There's a mad man
There's a mad man running round and round.
Now you know the devil's got your number,
He's runnin' right beside you,
He's screaming deep inside you,
And someone said he's callin' your number up today.
There's a mad man/There's a mad man/There's a man man.
- Linda:
Mam......Mam....what's....
- Mrs Johnstone:
(out of breath) He's....Mickey....Mickey's got a gun.....
- Linda:
Mickey?........Eddie?......The Town Hall....
- Mrs Johnstone:
What?
- Linda:
Eddie Lyons!
- Narrator:
There's a mad man running round and round
You know the devil's got your number
You know he's right beside you
He's screamin' deep inside you
And someone said he's callin' your number up today
Today
Today
TODAY!
MR KING
Mister King just phoned
He's unexpectedly in town tonight
He'd planned to dine alone
But on reflection didn't think it right
He says he's found that lately
You've been on his mind
He's missed you greatly
And so would you like to dine
Won't you step this way
Your table's waiting you can sit right down
There's been a small delay
Heavy traffic on that side of town
But he's hoping to be with you
A little after nine
So can I give you
Perhaps a glass of wine
Mr King just rang
He sends his most sincere apologies
There's been a change of plan
Been summoned back home by his company
But he hopes you know that lately
You've been on his mind
He's missed you greatly
And he'll call again next time
Mr King just called
Mr King just called
DIRTY LITTLE HABIT
The bombed-out slag of a media
hag
Is giving it some welly
The Pet Shop Boys are making their noise
Cilla's on the telly
The coked-up fuck of a celebrity cook
Is talking up his menu
While the backstage whores line up at the doors
Of The lastest venue
Bring me my bow
Of burning gold
Bring me that starlight
Before it's faded
Bring me my own
True love to hold
Me through the night
While sweet souls are traded
This is England calling
This is England calling
She lived down in Penistone
Town
She skinned a lot of rabbit
Now she's front page with her fabulous shoes
And her dirty little habit
His life was so tough he had
to drag himself up
But now he has become a record-breaker
The self-made man like the rest of his clan
Is busy worshipping his maker
Where will you go
My blue eyed child
Where will you find
Your grace and learning
Oh may you know
Sweet fortunes smile
Although the soul be
Forever yearning
This is England calling
This is England calling
England calling
GENIUS
Seldom seen and rarely heard
Since that debut single
He walked away without a word
And went back to the Dingle
Where the sounds inside his head were sounds
Of three-minute-song perfection
And he no longer had to care about
Failure or rejection
The boy's a genius
The boy's a five star megastar
In the bar
Sometimes seen in Norris Green
Hanging round the Broadway
With eyes as old as brilliantine
For how it was in his day
When the brightest shirt out on the park
Was the dashing number seven
And a boy really had to stamp his mark
To make the first eleven
The boy's a genius
The boy's too cool for Liverpool
The handsome fool
Boy's too tender
Boy's too fair
To take the air
They breathe out there
Blame it on the dust not on
the faders
Blame it on the one sweet song couldn't save us
Someone said he's back in town
This time with his head together
They say he's laying lots of new stuff down
They say it's his best ever
Oh but when they came to force the door
An then on gaining entry
There in every room they saw
Canvases white and empty
The boy's a genius
The boy's too fine to draw the line
Never mind
The boy's too tender
The boy's too rare to take the air
They breathe out there
The boy's a genius
PINK LAMBRUSCO
You make a little money what's
the first thing you do
You buy a nice house and you move away
Where the neighbours like to flirt at the barbecue
And it's safe there for the kids to play
But I remember when you said
you would change the world
In the space of an afternoon
What you weren't going to do
I recall that night when you said you would
Tie a red bandana round the moon
How we all believed it would
come true
No locks and no suburban box for you
No softly sipping wine
No stripping pine
No quiet life for two
On Primrose Avenue
And then I see you in Tesco
Buying pink Lambrusco
Tell me what happened to the moon
Yes I see you in Tesco
In the five-door Polo
So tell me what happened to the moon
The magazines and papers you
once called fit to burn
Are now delivered daily to your door
Where the wives are neatly groomed
And each one takes her turn
At hosting open Sunday two till four
And I see you in Tesco
With your pink Lambrusco
Tell me what happened to the moon
Yes I see you in Tesco
With your perfect pesto
And so what happened to the moon
How we all believed you were
the one
Who would not let your dreams be walked upon
Or watch as day by day
They're slowly chipped away
Till all that's left of you
Is all you did not do
And I see you in Tesco
Buying pink Lambrusco
Tell me what happened to the moon
When I see you in Tesco
Loading up the Polo
I know it's too late for the moon
Yes I see you in Tesco
With your pink lambrusco
Tell me what happened to the moon
GLADTOWN
There's something in the air
Walking down Lime Street tonight
Down on Clayton Square
The girls all say the wine's sweet tonight
They heard the news that a ship came in
Kick off your shoes and let the fun begin
The good old days are here again
In this glad town
There's something in the air
There's something in the stars
That shine down on this street of dreams
Singing in the bars
Dancing on the mezzanine
All the flags are unfurled tonight
But I'm not with my girl tonight
We were gonna set the world alight
In this glad town
There's something in the air
She said she'd meet me in the
Fox and Vine
I stayed until the night was nearly over
Drank some whisky with a friend of mine
Said he'd seen her down on Bold Street with a soldier
There's something in the air
... INSTRUMENTAL BREAK ...
I saw the blue lights go flashing
by
I heard the echo of a lullabye
I smelled tomorrow on the burning sky
In this glad town
There's something in the air
She always told me she would
hold on tight
She told me she would be with me forever
So all you young men on the
street tonight
Beware of big ships sailing up this river
There's something in the air
Stings my eyes and makes them weep tonight
If I could raise the fare
I'd turn away I'd leave these streets tonight
With not a second glance down Pilgrim Street
Where two shy lovers once chanced to meet
We never could learn how to keep things sweet
Not in this glad town
There's something in the air
Something in the air ( repeat
)
Beautiful boys with bright
red guitars/In the spaces between the stars/reeling an a rocking/wishing
and a hoping/kissing and a praying/ loving and a laying/Mrs Albion
you've got a lovely daughter ( Adrian Henri )
MY LITTLE SISTER
My little sister
She's so heavy
A black man kissed her
And now she's into reggae
We lost our daddy
To the house of ruin
Keep his ashes in the caddie
So be careful what you're brewing
Oh my my my we're gonna keep
it in the family
My my my my my we'll get by
My little sister /My little sister/My little sister and me
We may be sad
We may be mad
But we'll keep it in the family
Don't need that jerk
From the social work
My little sister and me
My cute cousin Sadie
She's away with the mixer
She says that Bisto gravy
Is the magic elixir
The judge told my granny
You are a stain on this nation
She told him kiss my fanny
And got three years probation
Oh my my my my my we're gonna
keep it in the family
My my my we'll get by
My little sister /My little sister/My little sister and me
They took us to PsychoTheRapist
who said
We want to know what goes on in your head
Do you mean to say
You choose to live this way
They cut off the gas and electric
supply
Said that we bled the economy dry
They said that we
Lived far too easily
We got class confusion
Got dysfunctional habits
We got social exclusion
You know we breed like rabbits
We all asylum seekers
We all benefit fraudsters
Expect the state to keep us
While we defile your daughters
Oh my my my my my we're gonna
keep it in the family
My my my we'll get by
My little sister /My little sister/My little sister and me
My little sister/My my my my
little sister
We are the regionally challenged/Everything's a laugh/ Strumpets
spivs and scallies here/ You'd better watch your back/
Because we'll rob you of your eyeballs/Then we'll sell them back
to you/
When the day comes that the sky falls down/You'll blame it on
this crew/Me my little sister/My my my my little sister/
MY FRIEND
- NMNMN
TAKE
A LETTER MISS JONES
-
- Mr Lyons:
Take a letter Miss
Jones
- (quote) I regret to inform
you
That owing to circumstances
Quite beyong our control
It's a premature retirement
For those surplus to requirement
I'm afraid it's another sign of the times
- Miss Jones, Mr Lyons &
Miss Jones:
An unfortunate sign of the times
- Mr Lyons:
Take a letter, Miss
Jones
Due to the world situation
The shrinking pound, the global slump
- Miss Jones:
And the price of oil
- My Lyons:
I'm afraid we must fire you
We no longer require you
It's just another sign of the time
- Miss Jones, Mr Lyons &
Miss Jones:
A most miserable sign of the times
- Mr Lyons:
Take a letter Miss
Jones
My dear Miss Jones, we'd like to thank you
Many years of splendid service
Etcetara blah blah blah
You've been a perfect poppet
Yes that's right Miss Jones, you've got it
It's just another sign of the times
Miss Jones, it's just another sign of the times
Doleites:
Dry your eyes, Miss Jones
It's not as bad as it seems (you)
Get used to being idle In a year or two
Unemployment's such a pleasure
These days, we call it leisure
It's jut another sign of the times
Miss Jones, it's just another sign of the times
Narrator:
There's a young man on the street, Miss Jones
he's walkin' round in circles
He's old before his time
But still too young to know
Don't look at him, don't cry though
This living on the Giro
Is only a sign of the times
Miss Jones, it's just another sign of the times
Miss Jones, It's just another sign of the times.....
-
-
SHE GIVE ME
She give me high-heel hunger
She give me cocktail jive
She give me big down under
She bring me back alive
She give me no-need-money
She give me oh-my-soul!
She give me hot wet honey
She give me telegraph pole
She give me
She give me
She give me
Love
She give me Adrian Henri
She give me AL LLoyd
She give me little Kate Rusby
She give me Pretty Boy Floyd
She give me all live Beatles
Playing Some Other Guy
She give me hear no evil
She give me cod-fish pie
Chorus
There's too much soul on the
line tonight
Second-hand Sinatras
Crooning you'll be mine tonight
And wondering where the heart is
Small sickle moon confounds the ocean
One brittle tune astounds the heart
Love it doesn't get much better
Love why don't you write that little letter
She give me six pack belly
She give me safe and sound
She give me dancing in the deli
She give me lost and found
She give me jump bone fever
She give me Green Moose tea
She give me pull my lever
She give it all to me
Chorus
Somewhere down in the superstore
Of lost imagination
The midnight dancers walk the floor
In search of consolation
Small sickle moon confounds the ocean
One brittle tune astounds the heart
Love she give me lying in the valley
Love she give me flowers in the belly
She give me five full fingers
She give me ride the moon
She give me two dead ringers
She give me lick the spoon
She give me Pablo Picasso
She give me lovely eyes
She give me English meadow
Just as the sweet sun rise
She give me high-heel hunger
She give me cocktail jive
She give me big down under
She bring me back alive
She give me/She give me/She give me/She give me/she give me
She give me/ Love
She give me
She give me
She give me
She give me
Love
THESE DAYS
These days much stronger I
no longer need to fear
The endless the friendless night
The light
That might
Be blighted
And might
Never quite appear
I don't have time to write
a long letter
And tell you how much I'm doing better
These days
But the few good friends who
stood beside me
Say you would not recognise me
These days
I'm learning to get by without
you
Learning not to cry about you
These Days
Whoa oh and these days
I am a wiser man
These days I know the score
And these days
I 've learned the ways
Of those who praise
And then who gaze at you broken
On the floor
These days though wounded by
what you did I'll survive
Still breathing believing in
The wind
That brings
The spring
That sings
That everything's alive
This heart I thought was cracked
forever
Is somehow coming back together
These days
Now I no longer cry and shiver
Or find myself down by the river
These days
So if perhaps you chose to
visit
I might have to ask who is it
These days
Oh oh yes and these days
I'm on my feet again
These days I'm pulling through
And these days
You'd be amazed
To see the ways
I spend my days
Now I spend them without you
So I don't have time to write
a long letter
And tell you how much I'm doing better
These days
TUPPERWARE GIRLS
The man with half a haircut
and the terylene trousers
He got for next to nothing in a car boot sale
Is calling Roger Phillips on the lunchtime phone-in
To talk about the cowboys on the lonesome trail
While on line five it's Beryl from the Wirral
Whose daughter is a dentist down in Colwyn Bay
And Beryl from the Wirral says she blames it on the Sixties
When the rot set in and we lost our way
Harold from New Brighton's on the line
To say that at precisely twelve o nine
Lancashire will disappear
And so unless we pray
It's good bye Morcambe Bay
But those Tupperware girls
they don't care
Because Tupperware girls have got nice hair
Tupperware girls drink German wine
But they don't think much of Wittgenstein
Tupperware girls they much prefer
To do the hokey-cokey in their underwear
Tupperware girls really don't mind
That the post-modern novel is in decline
Tupperware girls large and small
Are dancing on the tables in St Georges Hall
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
The self-regarding spokesman
for the chattering classes
Who nearly wrote a novel that was suitably obscure
Laments the reading habits of the nattering masses
And prays for their salvation on Radio Four
But the slag off sisters the double headed doctor
Insist its armageddon and that prayers are far too late
There's panic in the bowels of our treasured institutions
They're serving cyanide tablets in the tea rooms at the Tate
The SAS have stormed the V and A As tanks prepare to shell the
ICA
And on the South Bank it's
Looking like the blitz
What will poor Mark Lawson do
For next week's Late Review
Oh those Tupperware girls they
don't care
Because Tupperware girls have got nice hair
Tupperware girls drink German wine
But they don't think much of Wittgenstein
Tupperware girls they much prefer
To do the hokey-cokey in their underwear
Tupperware girls really don't mind
That the post-modern novel is in decline
Tupperware girls large and small
Are dancing on the tables in St Georges Hall
Oh those Tupperware girls they
don't care
Because Tupperware girls have got nice hair
Tupperware girls drink German wine
But they don't think much of Mr Wittgenstein
Tupperware girls they much prefer
To do the hokey-cokey in their underwear
UNDERWEAR
I know it's sunny in the fields
down there
But I've got no money my wheels are bare
Solo so low solo me
Now I know I'm never ever gonna get to see you
In your underwear
Lanky down dilly in a broken
chair
Sitting being silly with the token bear
Safe from the weather and the cold cold snow
Watching Andrew LLoyd Webber on the TV show
In his underwear
All the old ladies in the square
Say Paul Brady's much too fair
But all the young women say they'd like to go
Skinny dip swimming though they'd never ever never show
Their underwear
Everyone's dancing tonight
Love and romancing tonight round here
In Chicken Town
Oh yes everyone's dancing tonight
And even Johnny CC says it'sso good to be here
In Chicken Town
I heard you say that you were
lonely there
Like in that play with Tony Sher
Where the big-nosed fellow loves the girl Roxanne
But he can never tell her that he's such a fine man
In his underwear
Everything's lovely tonight
Was never so lovely tonight round here
In this Chicken Town
There's nothing that's ugly tonight
And even Stephen agrees and says that's why he's back
In Chicken Town
When the north wind blows I
can smell your hair
When the night sky glows I can tell you're there
With the parrot and the poodle and the Coldstream Guard
Eating Singapore noodles in the Queen's backyard in your Underwear
I know it's sunny in the fields
down there
But I've got no money my wheels are bare
Solo so low solo me
Now I know I'm never ever gonna get to see you in
Your underwear
WHEN WE GET TO
LONDON
NW11, Finsbury Empire, W1,
Fortnum & Mason, Goldhawk Rd, Hackney Marshes, Girls Girls
Girls, Seven Sisters,14a Goodwins Court.......
Oh yes when we get to London
We're gonna be so lean
We'll be the wittiest prettiest boys
London's ever seen
Oh yes when we get to London
Terry and Norman and me
We're gonna find our feet sailing up Regent St
Bound for Liberty
And we'll be A1 at LLoyds boys
Come on hear the noise
For the A1 at LLoyds Boys
Come on and share in all the joys
Of the A1 at Lloyds boys
Oh oh when we get to London
They're gonna bring out the guards
From Shoreditch to Hackney to Greenwich and back They'll be sending
us their warm regards
Now now when we get to London
We're gonna be so sublime
Dressed in our mohair suits fine chiseled chelsea boots
Piccadilly Lilly's prime
Yes and when we get to London
We're gonna make such a mark
We're gonna sit sipping tea from a china cup
With Petula Clarke
Chorus
For all the rain in the yard
Say that you'll never doubt me
Hold that train tell the guard
Don't let it leave without me
No no no without me
NnnnnnnnnnnnNo
So now when we get to London
Somebody better make sure
That they tell those teachers those know-it-all preachers
Who said we'd never be nothing more
Than rent boys bent boys spent boys
In the penny arcade
Oh no no they won't be laughing when they see us passing
At the head of the Big Parade
Chorus
NW11, W1, Finsbury Empire,
Euston Square, Shepherds Market, Edgeware Road, Hackney Marshes,
Drury Lane......
-
- GREEN
-
- We’ve got tofu quorn
and cholestrol-free
Food so healthy it’s almost killing me
We’ve got wholemeal stone-ground pebble dashed braed
And lots of pots of polyunsaturated spread
We got rice so wild we have to keep in in a cage
And we got yoghurt so active it should be on the stage
-
- Then we got all that stuff
with so much taken out
That it’s hardly worth your while to put the damn stuff
in your mouth
Like we got milk so skimmed you wonder how
This stuff had ever seen the inside of a cow
And we got water so filtered you can easily forget
That the bleeding stuff is supposed to be wet
First it’s defcaf coffee then it’s decaf tea
Now it’s sex so safe it’s just like celibacy
-
- But we’re fit
So very fit
We’re gonna live to be at least a hundred and a bit
We’re free
Colestrol free
We’ve got more high fibre than the branches on the tree
And we’re whole
In body and soul
Healthy hail and hearty and completely round the pole but free
Nutritionally
-
- Once upon a time I was a real
bad man
I used to smoke drink eat meat I didn’t give a damn
About the ozone layer or what was going on
In the rain forests of the Amazon
I used to like a little golfing, going out on the ale
I never worried about the dolphin or the hump-backed whale
But then I met Suzette in her nuclear free
Ozone-friendly 2CV
-
- She sat me down and she put
me right
And I now I find it kind of hard to get to sleep at night
Cos now I’m worried about the greenhouse gas effect
And I’m worried that maybe I’m not quite politically
correct
Although I’m worried about the planet and I’m worried
about the whale
I’m worried about the gannett and moor-land trail
I’m worried about the ocean and the third world debt
But most of all I’m worried about me and Suzette
-
- (Because)
- We’re going green
So very green
My demeanour’s greener than a flageolot bean
We’re green
So very green
If we stand on the grass we can’t even be seen
We’re green
So green
-
- Environmentally
Biodegradably
So ecologically
Totally ethically
Green
-
-
- SHOE SHINE
-
- Mister can I fix y’ a
shine
These custard coloured dusters of mine
Can make a worried man feel fine
I’m the shoeshine boy
I’ve got my brush and dusters right here
You know I’m open every day of the year
Who’d have thought I’d find my dream
On a governments scheme
-
- Down by the exit on the
blue line
You’ll find me working on the old shoe shine
My mamma says I’m going do fine
If I keep working on the shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
-
- Tell my mother not to wait
for me
I’ve got a job with the MSC
As a Shoeshine Boy
-
- I can shine those shoes so
that the shoes will shine
Like the sunshine shining off the railway line
I am a Shoeshine Boy
-
- All the high class dudes
Shoe shoe shoe shine
They’ve got to have their clean shoes
Shoe shoe shoe shine
Even the hoi poloi
Shoe shoe shoe shine
They need the shoeshine boy
-
- Can you imagine the Queen
Shoe shoe shoe shine
If her shoes aint clean
Shoe shoe shoe shine
She’s gonna start to scream
Shoe shoe shoe shine
We need a government scheme
-
- Down by the exit on the
blue line
You’ll find me working on the old shoe shine
My mamma says I’m going do fine
If I keep working on the shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
-
- Cherry Blossom Five Eight
Nine
-
- Down by the exit on the
blue line
You’ll find me working on the old shoe shine
My mamma says I’m going do fine
If I keep working on the shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
-
- I’m just a two-bit player
from a one-horse town
But I’m a giant slayer when the chips are down
As a Shoeshine Boy
-
- So come on little lady don’t
be blue
Sit right down I’ll put a shine on you
I’m the Shoeshiney Boy
-
- Daisy-Mae wouldn’t go
Shoe shoe shoe shine
Walking with her beau
Shoe shoe shoe shine
She said you wanna be mine
Shoe shoe shoe shine
Well get your shoes to shine
-
- Napoleon Bonaparte
Shoe shoe shoe shine
Got himself a broken heart
Shoe shoe shoe shine
Way down at Waterloo
Shoe shoe shoe shine
Because the guy had dirty shoes
-
- Down by the exit on the
blue line
You’ll find me working on the old shoe shine
My mamma says I’m going do fine
If I keep working at the shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
-
- Well now a person who is nursing
a dream
Dream
To live a life of peaches and cream
He aint even gonna make the scene
If his shoes aint clean
-
- Clean clean shoeshine clean
-
- Read your bible and you’re
liable to find
That while Jesus he was saving mankind
Even Jesus he was always inclined
To keep his sandals well shined
-
- Down by the exit on the
blue line
You’ll find me working on the old shoe shine
My mamma says I’m going do fine
If I keep working at the shoe
shoe shoe shoeshine
shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
shoe shoe shoe shoeshine
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