Voz y Guitarra: Olga
Bajo: K.C.
Batería: Marty
WAKEY WAKEY INTRO
ONE NIGHT MOSCOW (& WE'LL BE RUSSIAN HOME)
SABRE DANCE
THERE'S A TROLLOP UP ELMWOOD STREET
WAKEY WAKEY OUTRO (GOODNIGHT IRENE)
Yeahhhhhh: Under Under Starters Under Starters orders & there off Tallyho! 4-1 3-1 2-1 The bettin's on, LESTER NICKS OFF TO RIO He got more, got more than he bargained for, Lester's accountant was a daft clot He's upset, upset, that's what you get, he made a mockery of Ascot Ascot Ascot CHORUS: Lester, Lester, a fiddliddliddling jester LESTER'S BEEN BANGED UP WITH ALL THE OTHER CCCCCROOKS Lester, Lester, tried to trick the tax inspector COZ LESTER CONNED THE TAX & FIDDLED HIS BOOKS. He's a nutcase, nutcase, crackpot nutcase, he put his job in jeopardy Now he won't be, won't be, won't be, won't be RACING AGAIN AT AINTREE He'll get away, get away, get away, get away, he must o' been livin' in dreamland Now he's never on, never on, never on, never on... World of Sport or Grandstand Grandstand Grandstand. CHORUS He laughs, he laughs, he sniggers & laughs, when he thinks of the money he earns But he got knicked, got nicked , got nicked, WHEN HE SENT HIS TAX RETURNS Grinning, grinning, always winning, he never thought he would be poor Now he's locked up, locked up, locked up, locked up, Doing time in... Dartmoor, Dartmoor, Dartmoor. CHORUS ---------------------------------
The Gas supply has been cut off, the tele's on the blink Billy stinks, he drinks & spews up in the kitchen sink He's sick of his bleedin' life, & he's gonna smack the wife in the jaw Billy Mrs cleans and scrubs while Billy's down the boozer But she's had a belly full now Billy's gonna lose her She's in her dressing gown, Billy's breaking down the bedroom door CHORUS: POT... POT BELLY BILL A Big fat dirty lout A pig & a layabout POT... POT BELLY BILL A fowl gob that's never shut A fat slob with a beer gut. POT POT POT BELLY BILL He's such a hog at tea time, he shovels down his grub He burps & makes rude noises, then he nicks off down the pub Between you & me, & Billy's Mrs will agree, he's a swine CHORUS It's closing time at the local, & he stumbles out the bar The drunken lump forgets to switch the lights on in his car But Billy is a darer, he did not see the Sierra round the bend. 1/2 an hour latter Billy's hospitalised, "Tell the wife to bring some cans in with the grapes" He cries. But she's seen the light, she said "Serve the fat slob right, I hope he DIES" CHORUS ------------------------------------
ONE NIGHT MOSCOW (& WE'LL BE RUSSIAN HOME)
We had to book a holiday, but we were sick o'Whitley bay We fancied the Mediterranean. All the vacancies had gone, that's all the vacancies but one A Vacancy for which we didn't plan. What could we do? we could hitch, a ride back home from moskvitch We had to stay & face the cost & sunbathe in the russian frost. CHORUS: One one one ONE NIGHT IN MOSCOW, & WE'LL BE RUSSIAN HOME One one one ONE NIGHT IN MOSCOW I'll be Russian, YOU'LL BE RUSSIAN, WE'LL ALL BE RUSSIAN HOME The brochure said it's nice & warm, you need no Russian uniform We had the flu & caught a Russian cough, No fish n'chips or decent pubs, We called the hotel Wormwood Scrubs We said we would complain to Gorbochof. We couldn't find a disco anywhere, no mcdonalds or a wimpy in red square We must have been potty to have gone to the soviet union. CHORUS For a pint & Coronation Street...RUSSIAN HOME A Bacon Sarny & as much as we can eat RUSSIAN HOME ------------------------------------
Cloughy's lads are full o' gloom, coz Cloughy's in the changin' room Why can't he nick off & leave them be? He screams & yells & just because, Cloughy knows that he's the boss Cloughy's rough & tough Cloughy's barmy Cloughy's in a huff & tense, Cloughy's teeth begin to clench A Cloughy fan asks for his autograph... "Can yer sign this Brian?" He nuts him first & smacks him next, nobody makes Cloughy vexed Cloughy is the chief Cloughy's the Gaffa Cloughy is a football hooligan, now Cloughy's only at his prime with his fist in yer nose when the referee blows full time CHORUS: Brian Brian kicks & slaps & he shouts oi! Brian Brian Cloughy is a bootboy The judge tells Cloughy to keep calm, he's up for Grevous Bodily Harm Cloughy stands and begins to YELL Cloughy must have a screw loose coz Cloughy says he's gonna cruc.. ify the cops when he gets out the cell CLOUGHY IS A FOOTBALL HOOLIGAN CLOUGHY IS A FOOTBALL HOOLIGAN CHORUS He kicks & slaps, he thumps & cracks, he nuts & smacks and shouts Oi! -----------------------------------
Davey's life has changed dramatically, now We warned him but the daft puff couldn't see Jack the Lad, but he's lost his credibility now He's took the plunge now he lives in misery CHORUS: DAVEYYYYYYYYY... Had no choice when the vicar's voice put him on the spot DAVEYYYYYYYYY... Davey's got hitched, Davey's been stitched up, Dave's a clot Davey's not the Davey that I knew, now He stays at home with the Mrs, & he never goes out Davey does what she tells him to do, now SHE'S A BAG that nags, it's about time he gave her a clout CHORUS Davey's anniversary is due now His face is as long as the river Nile Davey will not admit that it's true, now He's been cheesed off since he walked up the aisle CHORUS ------------------------------------
THERE'S A TROLLOP UP ELMWOOD STREET
I'd walk across the M.1. I'd trek through the Amazon I'D BE A SPANISH MATADOR, NOWT WOULD BE TOO RISKY FOR ME I'd loop the loop in a Jumbo I'd box with Frankie Bruno I could do anything, dance in a lions den But i'm never gonna walk up Elmwood Street again CHORUS: There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street A man's not safe to walk up there alone A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street I'd fence with a sword that was blunt I'd hitch a lift from James Hunt I could do anything.... CHORUS CHORUS...Say no more. ------------------------------------
Ridin' along in my automobile my baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile my curiosity runnin' wild Crusin' n' playin' the radio o o with no particular place to go. Ridin' along in a Mini Metro She said to me she loves me so, loves me so, loves me so She smiled at me and looked so sweet I thought I was in for a treat, in for a treat, in for a treat My happy face began to glow ow ow With no particular, no particular, no particular place to go SOLO CHORUS: There's no particular place to go, there's no particular place to go There's no particular, no particular, no particular place to go CHORUS To go there's no particular place to go, there's no particular place Particular place, Particular place, Particular, ticular place CHORUS CHORUS Temperature's risin' really quick, really quick, really quick then she says she gets car sick, car sick oh no! She said her love for me was true, truely true, truely true She jumped in the back and began to spew, ridin' along & feeling low ow ow ow ow ow ow with no particular place to go. CHORUS -----------------------------------
Peter's moanin' groanin' moanin', he can't pay his rent But we've all seen Peter's bank statement He says he's broke, he must be joking, he's doin' fine it's no secret, Pete's a lucky swine Peter's on his water bed & Peter says he's skint but we all know that Peter's made a mint. CHORUS: Peter's pleadin' poverty, he can't fool me coz Peter lives in luxury, he's got...... loadsa money! Peter's got nowt, he's down & out, he tells me & you But he signs in his BMW He's got no bread, that's what Pete said, he can't make ends meet Peter panics in his penthouse suite What colour yacht should peter buy? Peter can't decide which but it's no problem coz Peter's filthy rich. CHORUS CHORUS He's got.... a load o' dosh. ------------------------------------
Jimmy's running short o' cash, the bar takings have took a crash Jimmy can't think what to do, the bills in from the local breweryyyy Oi! Jim's a nutcase round the twist, Jimmy is an arsenist Jimmy thinks nowt of the cost & sets alight to his own hosterlryyyyy CHORUS: Flames grow high, in the blaze of the borough Jimmy fried. In the blaze of the borough, the blaze of the borough hey! Windows cracked & bottles broke, the bar & lounge were full o' smoke Things would soon look bright n' sunny when Jim claims the insurance money back Oi! Jimmy's a crackpot, he forgot, he was trapped inside, the clot A ring of flames with Jimmy in the middle, he'd cocked up his insurance fiddleoo CHORUS Flames grow high, flames grow high, in the borough ohhhhh Jimmy fried. Oh yes he fried,nin the borough ohhhhh ------------------------------------
