My girlfriend looks like Peggy Mount
What am I supposed to do?
I’m up the creek and never mind the paddle boy
I haven’t even got a canoe
I sold my soul to an Arctic Roll I went to hell on a red Ski-doo
I did the Shake’n’Vac and broke my ******* back
And now my library books are nine weeks overdue
Knock, knock
Who’s there?
The patron saint of Llandudno
The patron saint of Llandudno who?
Tony Bastable
You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours
And I’ll be in heaven before you
I love you because you look like Jim Reeves
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edgarblythe
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Mon 27 Jan, 2020 11:27 am
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izzythepush
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Mon 27 Jan, 2020 11:38 am
We seem to have moved on. An anti rich song.
Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide makin' sure it's effective
People ringin' up makin' offers for my life
I just want to stay in the garage all night
We're a garage band, oh
We come from Garageland, oh
Meanwhile things are hottin' up in the West End alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bumming slumming friends have all got new boots
And someone just asked me if the group would wear suits
(Chorus)
I don't want to hear about what the rich are doin'
I don't want to go to where, where the rich are goin'
They think they're so clever, they think they're so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes
(Chorus)
There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar players! But one guitar
Back in the garage
Complaints! Complaints! What an old bag
