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SALMON SO BRIGHT(QUENCH MY APPETITE) |
| Peaky Want to tell you a story ‘ Bout the keyboard man One night at a Tull gig He was sick in the pan Chorus Too many drugs Too many curries yea Too many beers Done in too much hurry He don’t look well He’s looking peaky He don’t look fine He’s starting to leaky He puked in the gutter And his face turned green Let me tell you something He’s the peakiest I’ve seen Chorus One night at a party Well what do you think Robin was calling out for More strong drink Chorus |
| PETER DAN THE RUBBER MAN Safety in numbers Said the girl to her young man I’ll bring along a friend of mine If you’ll bring Peter Dan We’ll buy a bottle Take a stroll Together hand in hand We’ll watch and see if Mary falls in love with Peter Dan They came upon a cross-roads When they had walked a mile I do believe we’ll take our leave Said the young girl with a smile We’ll sit right here and talk awhile Said Peter in reply Mary blushed and failed to see The twinkle in his eye Chorus And oh oh the sun went down And the moon rose like silver In the sky above the town Look Away, Look Away Said Peter to his lover And he introduced his best friend And dressed it all in rubber Peter Dan The Rubber Man The lady turned around Saw Peter on the ground A wicked smile upon his face And his fun gun in his hand The lady screamed and said to him You are a wicked man Alas I can no longer stay And away she briskly ran Mary’s anguished cry Broke the silence of the night Her friends returned in haste to see If Mary was all right All they saw was Peter Dan Sitting there alone When questioned Peter Dan replied I think she has gone home Chorus |
| WHISKEY FROM A JAM JAR Sitting in the brewery on a Sunday night Folk music playing , feeling all right Musicians playing about a blanket on the ground Music stand is falling with an awful sound Drinking Whisky from a jam jar Heavy from a glass Folk music playing Your looking at a happy man Walking on the road on a January night The rain it is falling , the sky it ain’t bright Heading cross the meadows on a mission from God Gonna get a carryout and drink the lot Drinking Whisky from a jam jar Special from a can Cream cheese and biscuits Your looking at a happy man |
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KILL WHALES An Instrumental devoid of lyrics |
| THE GREY TOWER LOOMS FROM THE MIST It's dusk on a Saturday night W'e're going in town Gonna do what we like best And that's spinning around We'll head down to the Braigh Car by car The mist is thick and cold You cant see far Out of the mist We'\e gct our red thermals on |
| HAIL HALL Hail these walls of purest steel Those roofs of stoutest wood Majestic floorboards shine so bright Like no other timber could Hail the Venture room so fine The toilets and the gutter The splendour of the kitchen sink Would set your heart a flutter Chorus Hail hail our scout hall Finest in the land Hail hail our scout hall Made from bricks and sand Hail committee oh so proud Your raffles of distinction Wondrous is the fire escape To lie would just be just fiction Hail the scouts and hail the cubs The beavers and the Ventures Martin is the Scout leader And he'll remove your dentures |
| ODE TO A BANKER I heard the news today oh man I read the letter and said oh damn It was the bank they was writing to me Why oh why cant they see Chorus I'm a poor man , and what llttle I have I need for me l'm a skint man Why cant I bank my money for free Well that leter in the post It was the thing that upset me the most Three pounds they said for having some And a whole lot more for having none Chorus Why not have a credit card To own one isnt so very hard Well how about a personal loan Or a new car for you to own Can we interest you? |
| READ YOUR MAP TO ME This map I hold right here It shows my choices very clear Am I to make roots like a tree Or is my soul to wonder free Wonder free Which road I have to take So darling come with me |
| SUNSET ON THE SEAWEED Once again no lyrics cos its an instrumental thing. |
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