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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…

LYRICS:

WORDS BY COLIN BAILEY

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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

SERVING SUGGESTIONS

 

I want you with my breakfast in the morning

And with my coffee in my lunch break

I want you on a bed of rice

I’ll pay almost any price

I just want you on my plate

 

I want you as the filling in my sandwiches

I want you hot and buttered on my toast

Nothing would make my heart beat faster

Than to cover you in olive oil and pasta

You’re the dish I wish to devour the most

 

You can crush my sugar lumps

If you think I’m just out to lunch

Or my taste is open to question

If you don’t like the recipe

Don’t take me so seriously

This is just a serving suggestion

 

I want to feast on you every evening

Roll you in honey each afternoon

Wrap you up warm en croûte,

Hot and creamy in a winter soup

I could almost eat you with a spoon

 

I could relish you with onions on my burger

At a hot dog stand or late night take away

It doesn’t matter about the venue

As long as you are on the menu

One taste of you would make my day

 

You can crush my sugar cubes

If you think I’m a tad too rude

And all this gives you indigestion

If you think I’m a deviant

And don’t want to be an ingredient

Remember this is just a serving suggestion