The Perils Of Privatisation - Part X
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Any Jimmy Webb number really:
Where's the playground Susie (Glen Campbell) ... Here we stand, in a box of sand
McArthur's Park (Richard Harris or Donna Summer) ... And someone left the cake out in the rain, and I don't think that I can take it, cos it took so long to make it, and I'll never have the recipe again... oh no...
I'm probably going to get slagged off for this, but I'd say any "heartfelt lyrics" by Difford and Tillbrook.
I like some of their melodies, but their attempts at some of their rhyming lyrics make me cringe with embarrassment. Some may say "poetic licence" but as far as I'm concerned theirs should have been revoked after "Up the junction." I would say if a word doesn't rhyme find another way of saying it.
Enjoy!!!
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her
This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
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