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GORDON BROWN

Golden Brown -The Stranglers

GOOD RIDDANCE

Good Riddance - Green Day

THE GIRL WITH EMPHYSEMA

The Girl from Ipanema

THE TIMES THEY ARE UNSHAVEN

Times they are a changing - Bob Dylan

THESE CRUELISH THINGS

These foolish things

DON’T TRY AND GIVE ME THE WATCHTOWER

All Along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan

GUANTANAMO

Hurricane - Bob Dylan

I WANT TO PAY TO BE A KNIGHT

All Day and all of the Night - The Kinks

THE FIRST MUTT IS THE CHEAPEST

First cut is the deepest - Cat Stevens

DA DO ENRON

Da do Ron Ron

 

LYRICS

70'S PORNO STARS

AIN'T GOT THE BALLS

ALL THE NICE GIRLS

BACK ROOM TONIGHT

BETWEEN THE LINES

BLOWN IT YET AGAIN

CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY

COME TO ASHFORD

CRAPPY DIESEL TRAIN

FRIENDS REUNITED

GREY IS JUST BLONDE

LESSONS OF MASS CONSTRUCTION

LOCK 'EM UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEATS

MAKING A MEAL OF IT

MASTER CARD LISA

PRETTY GIRL

SEPTICAEMIA

SERVING SUGGESTIONS

TESTOSTERONE TERRY

WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN

YOU DON’T WANT…

Bad Track Records

LYRICS:

WORDS BY COLIN BAILEY

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BAD TRACK RECORDS!

Sarcastic, facetious and downright vicious lyrics, satire, parody and irreverent comment, tosh, twaddle and opinionated verbiage from the townships of East Sussex by artistic layabout Colin Bailey

SARCASTIC, FACETIOUS AND VICIOUS LYRICS, SATIRE, PARODY AND IRREVERENT COMMENT, TOSH, TWADDLE AND OPINIONATED VERBIAGE FROM THE TOWNSHIPS OF EAST SUSSEX BY ARTISTIC LAYABOUT COLIN BAILEY

BACK ROOM TONIGHT

 

You can sleep in the backroom tonight

And I will sleep in the front

Because I’m tired and I’m stone cold sober

And you’ve come rolling in drunk

 

You know the rules and you have no defence

I’m the judge and  I’m the jury

I’ll stand and I’ll smile while you try to explain

As you’ll sit there and smell like a brewery

 

Its not that I don’t still love you

You can still make my heart skip a beat

But not tonight, because try as you might

You can hardly stand on your feet

 

I don’t want to give you a lecture

To nag would be pointless and boring

But I don’t want to lie with out closing my eyes

All night to the sound of you snoring

 

And you know you have work in the morning

For once try to get there on time

And when I awake I might give you a shake

But your sleeping in no bed of mine!

 

So sleep well and I’ll see you tomorrow

You’ve obviously had a good night

Try not to spill any more of that tea

And remember to turn out the light…

 

 

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