SONG PARODIES
Golden Brown -
Good Riddance -
The Girl from Ipanema
Times they are a changing -
These foolish things
DON’T TRY AND GIVE ME THE WATCHTOWER
All Along the Watchtower -
Hurricane -
All Day and all of the Night -
THE FIRST MUTT IS THE CHEAPEST
First cut is the deepest -
Da do Ron Ron
LYRICS

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
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-
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
