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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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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

DON’T TRY AND GIVE ME THE WATCHTOWER

Bob Dylan parody

 

The Knocking, it was persistent

He was left with no choice

Can I speak for a moment

Came a soft persuasive voice

Tradesmen they may duck and dive

Salesmen they might whine

But Jehovah’s witnesses

Catch you time after time

 

Don’t try and give me the Watchtower

Said the Victim with a groan

There are many here amongst us

Who just want to be left alone

 

All the wrongs will be righted

The woman seemed so sure

As he noticed with a shock

Her foot wedged in the door

They must be some way out this

He  thought with gritted teeth

His mind was going numb now

He could find no release

 

Don’t try and give me the Watchtower

His protests, now feeble and thin

His eyes had that hunted look

His mind was growing dim….

 

‘There may be some contusions;

Said the Sergeant in disbelief

“We’re talking false ones now!’

He took a poker to her teeth!”

And at his trial he seemed real keen

To be locked away

My Karma ran over her Dogma

Was all that he would say….