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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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Tousled haired little Scamp!

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

CRAPPY DIESEL TRAIN

 

I’m going up to Ashford on that crappy diesel train

Clutching my ticket on the platform in the rain

Don’t know if I’ll get there or if I’ll be back again

But I’m going up to Ashford on that crappy diesel train

 

The shelter smells of things, I’d rather not describe

No-one wants to sit there, they all just stand outside

Beer cans on the floor, graffiti on the walls

Things about sex and football; its all a load of balls

The timetable is faded, the writings all gone pale

Its not just bloody Grimm; it’s a bleeding fairy tale

 

Out there on the rails something evil lurks

To think that just one leaf can screw up all the works

That just one piece of rotting biology

Can upset the running of this high technology

Somewhere outside Doleham this loco’s motion is over

They’re sending in an expert; he’s cycling down from Dover

 

The evening’s closing in now, the light is fading fast

The point of no return, has now long since been passed

The ticket office’s closed; the staff have disappeared

Taken the money and ran; its  just as I had feared

I lay myself  across the track, in desperation and in rage

It doesn’t count as suicide; I’ll just die of old age!

 

I’m going up to Ashford on that crappy diesel train

Clutching my ticket on the platform in the rain

Don’t know if I’ll get there or if I’ll be back again

I’m going up to Ashford on that crappy, dusty, dirty,

smelly almost downright evil…. diesel train

GORDON BROWN Live!