'Can you tell me where my country lies?' said the unifaun to his true
love's eyes. 'It lies with me!' cried the Queen of Maybe - for her
merchandise, he traded in his prize.
'Paper late!' cried a voice in the
crowd. 'Old man dies!' The note he left was signed
'Old Father Thames' -
it seems he's drowned; selling england by the pound.
Citizens of
Hope & Glory, Time goes by - it's 'the time of your life'.
Easy now, sit
you down. Chewing through your Wimpy dreams, they eat without a
sound; digesting england by the pound.
Young man says, 'you are what
you eat' - eat well. Old man says 'you are what you wear' - wear well. You
know what you are, you don't give a damn; bursting your belt that is your
homemade sham.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the
night - join the dance... Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the
mould. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit
knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.
There's a fat
old lady outside the saloon; laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune.
The deck is uneven right from the start; and all of their hands are playing
apart.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the
dance... Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go. You're the
show! Off we go with: You play the hobbyhorse,
I'll play the fool.
We'll tease the bull
ringing round & loud, loud &
round.
Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. Follow on! Till the
gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green
Shield stamp and shout.
I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)
(Lyrics based on the cover painting)
It's one o'clock
and time for lunch, When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can
always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel: 'Jacob, wake up!
You've got to tidy your room now.' And then Mr Lewis: 'Isn't it time
that he was out on his own?' Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds
- cuckoo
to you! Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I
like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one
beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said: 'Listen son,
you're wasting your time; there's a future for you in the fire escape trade. Come
up to town!' But I remebered a voice from the past; 'Gambling only pays
when you're winning' - I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I
know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one
beyond your
show.
I know what I
like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one
beyond your
show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always
hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I
walk.
Firth Of Fifth
The path is clear Though no eyes can see The course laid down
long before. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their
pen, Though many times they've seen the way to leave.
He rides
majestic Past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy, To see
reflected there The trees, the sky, the lily fair, The scene of death is lying just
below.
The mountain cuts off the town from view, Like a cancer growth
is removed by skill. Let it be revealed. A waterfall, his madrigal. An
inland sea, his symphony.
Undinal songs Urge the sailors on Till
lured by the sirens' cry.
Now as the river dissolves in sea, So Neptune has
claimed another soul. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside
their pen, Until the Shepherd leads his flock away.
The sands of time
were eroded by The river of constant change.
More Fool Me
Here am I Who while away
the mornings Since you've gone Too long have I lain alone Not knowing
which way to turn.
And there you are Quite sure that you were
right Knowing full well That I'd be the first one To go
down.
And you'd be the one who was laughing Except when things
weren't going your way And the lady would say that she'd had
enough Wandering around on her own.
The day you left Well I
think you knew you'd not be back Well at least it would seem that
way Because you never said goodbye. But when it comes round to you and
me I'm sure it will work out alright.
And you'd be the one who was
laughing And giving me something I don't need And you know, I'd always
hold you and keep you warm Oh! more fool me.
But when it
comes Round to you and me I ask myself Do I really believe In your
love.
And yes, I'm sure it will work out alright.
The Battle Of Epping Forest (Taken from a
news story concerning two rival gangs fighting over East-End Protection rights)
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars. Each has
got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars! For today is the day
when they sort it out, sort it out, 'cos they disagree on a gangland
boundary. Cos they disagree on a gangland boundary.
There's Willy
Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys! With
fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the Barking Slugs -
supersmugs! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor. East end heroes got to score
in...
the Battle of Epping Forest, yes it's the Battle of
Epping Forest, right outside your door. No, you ain't seen nothing
like it. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, not since the Civil
War.
Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnny's lads
stand very still. With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout -
there's no guns in this gentlemen's bout. Georgie moves in on the outside
left with a chain flying round his head; and Harold Demure, from Art
Literature, nips up the nearest tree. (Here come the
cavalry!)
Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score:
10-4. They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. The
bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, handing out bread and
jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on
Derby night. When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other
kids hid -
so they did! Now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.
'I do my double-show
quick!' said Mick the Prick,
fresh out the nick. 'I sell cheap holiday. The minute
they leave, then a visit I pay - and does it pay!' And his friend, Liquid Len
by name, of Wine Women and Wandsworth fame, said 'I'm breaking
the legs of the bastard that got me framed!' I'm breaking
the legs of the bastard
that got me framed! Got me framed!
They called me the Reverend
when I entered
the Church unstained; my employers have changed but the name
has remained. It all began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some
furniture. Followed a sign saying 'Beautiful Chest', led to a lady
who showed me her best. She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my
eyes. So she rang the bell, and quick as hell Bob the Nob came out on
his job to see what the trouble was. 'Louise, is the Reverend hard to
please?' 'You're telling me!' 'Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late,
we could interest you in our
old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?' 'Oh no, not me,
I'm a man of repute.' But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice
called out,
'Shoot!'
To save my steeple, I visited people; for this I had gone
when I met Little John. His name came, I understood, when the judge
said, 'You are a robbing hood.' He told me of his strange foundation,
conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation; he'd had to hide his
reputation. When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door. But now,
with a pin-up guru every week, it's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all
who seek.
He employed me as a karmamechanic, with
overall
charms. His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.
That's why we're
in...
Battle of Epping Forest, yes, it's the Battle of
Epping Forest, right outside your door. We guard your souls
for peanuts, and we guard your shops and houses
for just a
little more.
Just a
little more.
In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher, but
he's countered on the right by Mick's
chaingang fight, and Liquid Len, with
his smashed bottle men, is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob. With
his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress, but Jones the Jug hits Len right
in the mug; and Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure, fires acorns
from out of his sling. (Here come the cavalry!)
Up, up
above the crowd, inside their Silver Cloud, done proud, the bold and
brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass. The butler's got jam on his Rolls;
Roy doles out the lot, with tea from a silver pot just like any
picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic.
Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day and the Clouds
roll away. Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count at the
break-in of day. When the limos return for their final review, it's all through - all
they can see is the morning goo. 'There's no one left alive - it must be a
draw.' So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the
score.
After The Ordeal (Instrumental)
The Cinema Show
Home from work our Juliet Clears her morning meal. She dabs her
skin with pretty smells Concealing to appeal. I will make my bed, She
said, but turned to go. Can she be late for her Cinema show? Cinema show?
Romeo
locks his basement flat, And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and
floral tie, A weekend millionaire. I will make my bed With her tonight,
he cries. Can he fail, armed with his chocolate surprise?
Take a little trip
back with father Tiresias, Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived
through. I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery. Once a
man, like the sea I raged, Once a woman, like the earth I gave. But there is in
fact more earth than sea.
Take a little trip back with father
Tiresias, Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through. I have
crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery. Once a man, like the sea I
raged, Once a woman, like the earth I gave. But there is in fact more earth
than sea.
Aisle Of Plenty
'I don't belong here', said old
Tessa out loud. 'Easy, love, there's the Safe Way Home.' - thankful for her
Fine Fair discount,
Tess Co-operates Still alone in o-hell-o -
see the deadly nightshade grow
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