Voz y Guitarra: Olga
Bajo: K.C.
Batería: Marty
GLOOMY INTRO/TOY DOLL TONIC
OLGA CRACK CORN
TOY DOLL TONIC/GLOOMY OUTRO
We fight fot the Queen & country & we're back here again Over the hills to the battlefield 10 thousand marching men We never say surrender butnow we must admit Shove the rotten regement we're off on a moonlight flit Ho tally ho! the battle cry oh! we're off down the pub Ho tally ho! a pint & decent grub. CHORUS: Down in the valley we can see The men marching for victory We'll skip the blood on the battlefield Stuuf all the bravery... coz we quit the cavalry. We're shot injured & wounded, they call us men of war It's too noisy & dirty & we can't take no more No bath or battlefield shower & people say we're brave But now we're gonna do a bunk for a decent wash n' shave HO TALLY HO!.... CHORUS Shoot don't shoot This is not the life for me Shoot don't shoot It's not my cup o' tea. HO!... CHORUS ---------------------------------
The grub was vile, we couldn't crack a smile We paid twenty smackers just to sail up the Nile It cos ten quid.. To get stuck inside a pppppyramid. I'd rather be in Hawaii, cleethorpes or southend You won't catch us on the Egypt bus again again again. CHORUS: The... Sphinx stinks, Sphinx stinks They do not care on Egypt air Sphinx stinks, Sphinx stinks In CAI I I I RO The Sphinx stinks, Sphinx stinks You will get ripped off in Egypt oh! The hotel room filled us with gloom We should o' spent the night in a mummy's tomb A camel ride... Another ten smackers and a numb backside. I'd rather be... CHORUS CHORUS ------------------------------------
CHORUS: Rodney remember me, Rodney remember me.... She haunts Rodney's memory Rodney gave Sheila a slap when she begged him not to drink "Mind yer own damn bussiness" Rodney snarled, he didn't think Now everything from then is blurred but Rodney can't forget those words She cried.... CHORUS Now Rodney was a slob, he treat Sheila just like muck "Move yourself" he growled and dragged her to his pick-up truck He looped the loop in a drunken stuper down the mountain side When Sheila cried..... CHORUS OH! Rodney took her in his arms and through the broken glass He climbed out of the wreckage & he lay her on the grass He had too many beers, but he couldn't hide the tears When Sheila cried..... CHORUS ------------------------------------
Was it something that I spilt on my new continental quilt or what? Could it have been a bad dream that creptin bed & made me scream or what? What attracted such a beast, why did it want to make a feast of me?.. CHORUS: Bug bug a bug a bed bug A bug a bug a bug a bug bugger than a bumble bee Bug bug a bug a bed bug A bug a bug a bug a bug a bug a bug a bug bit me! In a night of misery. Was it coz the chocolate sweets I ate last night between the sheets or what? What could it be that made me frown, the biscuit crumbs on my night gown or what? A nit in neen of nourishment, it got inside the bed & went for me. CHORUS Was it coz I was dirty that it took a fancy to me or what? I jumped up sweating with fright, oh will it take another bite or what? I felt the fangs rip thru my vest, the mattress monster was digesting me! CHORUS -----------------------------------
Lookin' out a dirty old window, down below the cars in the city go rushing by We sit here with no dosh and wonder why? Should we catch the bus to Newcastle, we can't be bothered with the hassle going down, to search for some bread in this dirty town. Down down it really is no joke, down town everybody is broke... CHORUS: We're the kids in tyne & wear wooo We're the kids in tyne & wear wooo Everybody lives in the hope o' some cash! Bright light & music gets faster, in the disco we can't afford to have a dance We could never pay two quid, not a chance Pig sick, down the Job Center, much later we will be thinking never mind you know life is cruel, life is never kind. Find time to earn an extra bob, find time to do a fiddle job. CHORUS... NA NA NA.... Looking round the Metro Centre, gotta get a brand new experience feeling rich We can't stop, we're skint and we've got the itch. Sunderland South Shields & Gateshead, not a bleedin' chance to make bread anywhere, We don't want to go baby. Whitley bay across to cumbria, you'll be broke if you come 'ere. ------------------------------------
Frankie says that he's got vertigo He says this everytime he leaves the pub, blotto. Backaches, bellyaches, earaches & migrains Frankie's life is misery & full of aches n' pains. CHORUS: Frankie's got the blues.. Frankie's neurotic, he's always feeling pig sick Frankie's got the blues.. you will have to excuse, Frankie's got the blues Frankie sneezes once then goes to bed "I've got double pneumonia" Frankie said Frankie lives in the doctors surgery Everytime he has a shave he waits in casualty CHORUS "They say I am a hypercondriac", condriac condriac "But I have got Yellow fever, that's a fact" A blue bottle landed on Frankie's head, Frankie's head... Frankie's head "Right, that's it, I've got Malaria I'll soon be dead". CHORUS ------------------------------------
Kick his head, smash his face & do a bunk with his brief case Shoplifting for a lark, walk on the grass in the park In the restaurant loads o' nosh, stuff yer face & leave no dosh We are skint but we're alright, a different burglary each night No little blue light, there's not a copper in sight no more.. CHORUS: You can commit any crime you please You won't get nicked in sunderland, the coppers are softies They hide when there's a thief or rogue at large When they get hit they run & tell the sarge... a bunch o' fairies Rob a bank, get some bread or be a pickpocket instead A torch a swag bag with a crow bar, gettaway in a stolen car Break in to the town hall, spray graffiti on the wall If you're drunk and disorderly, then Sunderland's the place to be You won't get me, down werside contabulary CHORUS Run Buck naked in the street, there ain't a bobby on the beat Raid the local jewellery store, no one to stop you break the law The bobby's get sore, but there's no constables round here no more CHORUS -----------------------------------
Yellow burt, the softest copper round 'ere Yellow burt, a coward, a whimp, that's clear Are your p.c. friends on the beat again That is very sad, makes me feel so bad Knock his helmet off, kick n' slap the puff He's a yellow belly Burt's a bleedin' softy... ------------------------------------
Just like we had ffffeared, the mates we had have all dissapeared
Nicky, Flip, Paul, Fat Bob and Ted, they all done a bunk & all got wed
Out with the lads for a laugh and a beer, those days are no longer 'ere
With a lump in yer throat & a shiver down yer spine
They're the memories of 1979
CHORUS:
Wooooooooooo that's where we wanna be
1979
Wooooooooooo that's where we wanna be
back in '79
Flip a punk sssuddenly aged, he sold his leather jacket just to get engaged
Bobby was a skinhead, but Bobby's hair grew, all for a bird who made him bbblue
We never thought we'de see the day, Teddy with a Mrs in the family way
Oh what went wrong? things were just fine,
So take me back to 1979
CHORUS
Freddie was a free bloke fffull o' life, now Freddie is a bag o' misery with a wife
Everynight George hit the town, by 8'o clock now he's in his dressing gown
They ain't the lads we knew before, you don't see them down the pub no more
They're discontented mates o' mine who wanna be back in 1979.
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He was a rich man, he was a sod Income tax thief known as Ken Dodd Lock him up dump Doddy in the nick A greedy pig with a tickling stick Not content in the super tax bracket 1/2 a mill in the pocket of his jacket He climbed up stairs to hide away the bread 1/2 a million smackers under Ken's bed. OO OO OO He dodged the Inland Revenue A Liverpudlian with loads o' loot He didn't declare it, he didn't give a hoot! CHORUS: Ken Ken, Who's he again? A dissapointment to the diddymen Ken Ken, Had the upper hand Now he'll never expand on his 500 grand Ken Ken, had a load o' cash Till the cops copt Ken in notty hash. The cops crept in to where Ken slept They knew where Ken's cash was kept Doddy then had to confess The dosh was under his mattress OOO... CHORUS ------------------------------------
I've got a little brother his christian name is Sid, Ever since he saw the turtles he's flipped his lid. He's always scoffing pizzas just like Leonardo, Donatello Raphael and Michaelangelo Turtles, Turtles... He loves the Teenage Turtles he's collecting all their stuff, T-shirts, books and badges he can never get enough. Spending every penny on all that he can find If it has a turtle on, he's going out of his mind.... CHORUS: Turtle crazy, he's turtle mad, The turtles they have taken away the little bit sense he had, In a turtle outfit you really have to laugh, He wears it every night and day and even in the bath. He's acting like a madman, he's acting like a clown, The Teenage Mutant Turtles are coming to our town. He bought a plastic Turtle to keep up with the trend, He dropped it down the toilet now he's going round the bend.... Tutles on his dressing gown and on the bedroom wall, Turtles on his vest and his underpants and all.... CHORUS Turtle crazy, he's Turtle mad, The turtles they have taken away the little bit sense he had. In a turtle outfit you really have to laugh, He wears it every night and day and even in the bath....
