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Kid
Jemmy in the gasmeter, landlady screaming bleeder Dodge round the law peter, going like a cheetah No wonder you do me kid, no wonder you do me kid Tell yer fatcat with a track like that you weren't born to be a mat
Down the Bakerloo line, shoowy hoowy shoeshine Waiting on a mainline, off the waterloo line No wonder you do me kid, no wonder you do me kid Tell yer fatcat with a track like that you weren't Born to be a mat
Calling me Charlie when my name is Farley 'Cause I don't drag a line, just a lemon barley, lemon Hello, hello sailor, maybe if you say so I don't a need the jailo, so baby let's a lay low No wonder you do me kid, oh you go right thru me kid Tell yer fatcat with a track like that you weren't Born to be a mat
Stage of Fools
The first time we played Britannia, it was ten sixty six The management was Willy the Con he was pretty good for a fix The contract had a few flaws, like a helping out on the oars And smuggling golly's and Charlie Klaus In the back of our amps to Saxon shores,I tell yer Oh I see yer stage of fools, dropping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia She was wearing dead man's shoes I tell yer Shoes I tell yer Out on the Straits of Dover, we could see'em rolling in the clover Willy swore by the boy in the barrel, he gonna turn those Cowsons over We were billed as the kings of fear, from the port of Agadir The roadie sets up on, Hastings pier And we all get totalled on perfatine gear, I tell yer Oh I see yer stage of fools, whipping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia She was wearing dead man's shoes I tell yer Shoes I tell yer
They came by foot and horse drawn carts, out from under· Rocks and private parts And for ninety five per cent of the gate, Willy said Don't forget to give'em your hearts The promoter tried to roll it and fly, but Willy stuck An arrow in his eye He said, no mother gets a finger in the till Till we all hit the oars for Portland bill, I tell yer Oh I see yer stage of fools, ripping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia She was wearing dead man's shoes I tell yer Shoes I tell yer repeat Britannia, it was ten sixty six
Honky Honda
Bent my mind on a honky Honda, oh yeah Bent my mind on a honky Honda, oh yeah Gimme, hon honk honky Honda Gimme, hon honk honky Honda Well I bent my mind on a honky Honda oh yeah Sure save a shoe leather, mama Honda alright You know I'd sure save a shoe leather, mama Honda alright Well gimme, hon honk honky Honda Well gimme, hon honk honky Honda Well I'd sure save a shoe leather mama Honda alright
To pick me up, set me free Thunder road five hundred c.c.c.c.c. Well I'd smack a little speed on papa Honda oh yeah You know i'd smack a little speed on papa Honda oh yeah Well gimme hon honk honky Honda Well gimme hon honk honky Honda Well I'd smack a little speed on papa Honda, oh yeah To pick me up, set me free Thunder road five hundred c.c.c.c.c. Honky Honda and me Honky Honda and me Honky Honda and me
Salvation Band
If I was to tell yer, that I was a poorman breaking bread Would you run home to your mama to be fed Or drop your starts and ends And shake the hands of all my tramp friends They'd say oo baby what yer pitchin' Oo baby what yer pitchin' Oo baby what yer pitchin' I'll meet yer at the soup kitchen
Chorus Salvation band, salvation band Oh would you shake that tambourine And take a me by the hand Oh would you make everyday liable And make everyday stand would you be my everyday bible And my salvation band
If I was to tell yer that I was a poorman way down flat Would you run home to your mama's warm door mat Or drop your starts and ends And shake the hands of all my tramp friends They'd say oo baby what yer pitchin' Oo baby what yer pitchin' Oo baby what yer pitchin' I'll meet yer at the soup kitchen
Repeat chorus twice
Black Bomber Waltz
There I was at forty thousand feet Swinging by my headsets, shot out and beat Turned to my distress frequency What did I hear, light up a lucky, luckola
Ate my heart and scratched my patch There I was stuck without a match Oh I ain't the Black Bomber
Or the Black Bomber's son
But I'll be the Black Bomber
Till the Black Bomber comes
There I was roasting with the pork If it had been raining soup I would have had a fork Turned to my distress frequency What did I hear, light up a lucky, luckyola Reached under my seat to grab a life jacket But Captain Midnight forgot to pack it, crack it,
I ain't the Black Bomber Or the Black Bomber's son But i'll be the Black Bomber Till the Black Bomber comes I don't want a shot of water Mister Schroeder I don't want a shot of water Mister Schroeder I don't want a shot of water Mister Schroeder I just want a quarter for a soda
Repeat
Motorhead
Kicks out on the road, right behind the wheel Four hot tyres, half a ton of steel He got four hot tyres on half a ton of steel If the . . . Don't get him the devil will I said flat on the gas, flat on the gas Don't ask me why she ain't at school Straight thru pipes, colonel bogey horn When the s.u.s blast, he knows he been born When the s.u.s blast, he knows he been born You could blow your nose and he'd be gone I tell yer flat on the gas, flat on the gas
Chorus
And the eyes in the road to the highway code said Go go go go little motorhead Go go little motorhead Go go little motorhead Your looking pretty good with a boot full of lead
Shoot it round the clock, shoot it on to last You can bet your cams, you won't get past You can bet your cams, you won't get past If he run outa road won't be the first or the last I said flat on the gas, flat on the gas
Razor City
Jumped the ignition on a eight crack litre Went straight thru the box, knew how to beat her, yeah Razor city, Razor city Down down turn around going automatic Don't give me no flack don't give me no static Razor city, Razor city
When Razor city came over the hill I said oo oo baby down Alphaville Eight tracks rocking, flight deck reeling Two space cadets and we ride the ceiling Razor city I know, 1 got a thousand nitrate miles to blow Razor city, Razor city.
Racked up the pool hall, shook down the last fool Blew my cover, but mother kept my belly full Razor city, razor city Down down turn around, going for the benders Can shake a little rust on them u.k. fenders Razor city, Razor city.
When Razor city came over the hill I said oo oo baby down Alphaville Eight tracks rocking, flight deck reeling Two space cadet's and we ride the ceiling Razor city I know, I got a thousand nitrate miles to blow Razor city, Razor city.
You can bawl me a liar You can draw me a duce But you know pork chop by the length of my goose baby Razor city, razor city.
You can level your gun And your seventh son But you know me baby I'm the one Razor city, razor city.
Town Drunk
And I'm out on my seat again Boozed up pretty neat again, yeah Out on the night again Oooo tanked up pretty tight again Oh me oh my, Just goner flip, flop, and fly Till the breweries of England run Till the breweries of England run Till the breweries of England run dry
Ooo I'm the town drunk, always on a bender My chances of surviving alcohol poisoning Are slender, slender, lord they're pretty slender I'm the town drunk, always on a bender Everything's above me Everybody shoves me I shoot down the road Hoping somebody loves me And I got it in the elbows Got in the knees A little disease, they call the d.t.'s d.t.'s
Repeat
Dinah Low
Don't ask me why she ain't at school She's cooking in the kitchen with smoke in the hall Dinah Low Dinah Lay Ain't been out for three weeks now And I got the gastro's from greasy chow Dinah Low Dinah Lay Itchin' and scratchin’ but I got to laugh I got a leg off the bed and a ring around the bath I got a leg off the bed and a ring around the bath For Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Found her in the street stealing like a mouse Said she'd escaped from halfway house Dinah Low Dinah Lay Her mother came round with the office of the law And I hid her in the closet and I locked the door Dinah Low Dinah Lay Asked her once if she was my baby And she said Mister well maybe And she said Mister well maybe Dinah Low Dinah Lay Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Dinah Lay she got no place to stay I said Dinah low she got no place to go And I'm getting my face right on the cotton And I'm gripping her nerve Something rotten Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Repeat
Fatsticks
And the last time we met you'd had your collar felt For breaking and entering the stockbrokers’ belt I run's to the court with some alibi and plea· I get six months for perjury and you bust out free Oh but Fatsticks oh Fatsticks I's a wishing you were here We could prop up the bar and roll in the new year
And the last time you phoned you were running at large Brainless in Hamburg you reversed the charge You rambled of the brass if the street's and city parks Of the Reeperbahn nights and the poxdoctors clerks Oh but Fatsticks hey Fatsticks I's a wishing you were here We could pull a few toerags off Wigan pier I ain't playing no heartstrings ain't playing the clown no Fatsticks it's just for a night on the town
So the last time I heard you were holed up at fat feet Off the Warrington Road trying to lose a little heat I call's out my name I hammered the door Till a fist came around and dislocated my jaw Oh Fatsticks hey Fatsticks if you hear the record play It works out expensive communicating this way I ain't playing no numbers ain't a laying none down no Fatsticks it's just for a night on the town
Itchy Feet
They got me nailed to the last hotel Running and a hopping the bell I get a one buck brunch With the out to lunch brunch Oh mother I need a seat, I got itchy feet
I'm cutting out of the fields of home And all of the east river foam I'm goner bust a few deals With sparks on my heels Oh mother I need a seat, I got itchy feet
If I only had the wheels to drive Man I'm being buried alive I got itchy feet
I know just where I'm gonner run Smack into the Florida sun Away with these boards And the fifty buck broads Oh mother I need a seat, I got itchy feet I got itchy feet.
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