Fatsticks
Kid
Jemmy in the gasmeter, landlady screaming bleeder
Dodge round the law peter, going like a cheetah
No wonder you do me kid, no wonder you do me kid
Tell yer fatcat with a track like that you weren't born to be a mat
Down the Bakerloo line, shoowy hoowy shoeshine
Waiting on a mainline, off the waterloo line
No wonder you do me kid, no wonder you do me kid
Tell yer fatcat with a track like that you weren't
Born to be a mat
Calling me Charlie when my name is Farley
'Cause I don't drag a line, just a lemon barley, lemon
Hello, hello sailor, maybe if you say so
I don't a need the jailo, so baby let's a lay low
No wonder you do me kid, oh you go right thru me kid
Tell yer fatcat with a track like that you weren't
Born to be a mat
Stage of Fools
The first time we played Britannia, it was ten sixty six
The management was Willy the Con he was pretty good for a fix
The contract had a few flaws, like a helping out on the oars
And smuggling golly's and Charlie Klaus
In the back of our amps to Saxon shores,
I tell yer
Oh I see yer stage of fools, dropping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia
She was wearing dead man's shoes I tell yer
Shoes I tell yer
Out on the Straits of Dover, we could see'em rolling in the clover
Willy swore by the boy in the barrel, he gonna turn those Cowsons over
We were billed as the kings of fear, from the port of Agadir
The roadie sets up on, Hastings pier
And we all get totalled on perfatine gear, I tell yer
Oh I see yer stage of fools, whipping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia
She was wearing dead man's shoes I tell yer
Shoes I tell yer
They came by foot and horse drawn carts, out from under
Rocks and private parts
And for ninety five per cent of the gate, Willy said
Don't forget to give'em your hearts
The promoter tried to roll it and fly, but Willy stuck
An arrow in his eye
He said, no mother gets a finger in the till
Till we all hit the oars for Portland bill, I tell yer
Oh I see yer stage of fools, ripping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia
She was wearing dead man's shoes I tell yer
Shoes I tell yer repeat
Britannia, it was ten sixty six
Honky Honda
Bent my mind on a honky Honda, oh yeah
Bent my mind on a honky Honda, oh yeah
Gimme, hon honk honky Honda
Gimme, hon honk honky Honda
Well I bent my mind on a honky Honda oh yeah
Sure save a shoe leather, mama Honda alright
You know I'd sure save a shoe leather, mama Honda alright
Well gimme, hon honk honky Honda
Well gimme, hon honk honky Honda
Well I'd sure save a shoe leather mama Honda alright
To pick me up, set me free
Thunder road five hundred c.c.c.c.c.
Well I'd smack a little speed on papa Honda oh yeah
You know i'd smack a little speed on papa Honda oh yeah
Well gimme hon honk honky Honda
Well gimme hon honk honky Honda
Well I'd smack a little speed on papa Honda, oh yeah
To pick me up, set me free
Thunder road five hundred c.c.c.c.c.
Honky Honda and me
Honky Honda and me
Honky Honda and me
Salvation Band
If I was to tell yer, that I was a poorman breaking bread
Would you run home to your mama to be fed
Or drop your starts and ends
And shake the hands of all my tramp friends
They'd say oo baby what yer pitchin'
Oo baby what yer pitchin'
Oo baby what yer pitchin' I'll meet yer at the soup kitchen
Chorus
Salvation band, salvation band
Oh would you shake that tambourine
And take a me by the hand
Oh would you make everyday liable
And make everyday stand would you be my everyday bible
And my salvation band
If I was to tell yer that I was a poorman way down flat
Would you run home to your mama's warm door mat
Or drop your starts and ends
And shake the hands of all my tramp friends
They'd say oo baby what yer pitchin'
Oo baby what yer pitchin'
Oo baby what yer pitchin' i'll meet yer at the soup kitchen
Repeat chorus twice
Black Bomber Waltz
There I was at forty thousand feet
Swinging by my headsets, shot out and beat
Turned to my distress frequency
What did I hear, light up a lucky, luckola
Ate my heart and scratched my patch
There I was stuck without a match
Oh I ain't the Black Bomber
Or the Black Bomber's son
But I'll be the Black Bomber
Till the Black Bomber comes
There I was roasting with the pork
If it had been raining soup I would have had a fork
Turned to my distress frequency
What did I hear, light up a lucky, luckyola
Reached under my seat to grab a life jacket
But Captain Midnight forgot to pack it, crack it,
I ain't the Black Bomber
Or the Black Bomber's son
But i'll be the Black Bomber
Till the Black Bomber comes
I don't want a shot of water Mister Schroeder
I don't want a shot of water Mister Schroeder
I don't want a shot of water Mister Schroeder
I just want a quarter for a soda
Repeat
Motorhead
Kicks out on the road, right behind the wheel
Four hot tyres, half a ton of steel
He got four hot tyres on half a ton of steel
If the . . . Don't get him the devil will
I said flat on the gas, flat on the gas
Don't ask me why she ain't at school
Straight thru pipes, colonel bogey horn
When the s.u.s blast, he knows he been born
When the s.u.s blast, he knows he been born
You could blow your nose and he'd be gone
I tell yer flat on the gas, flat on the gas
Chorus
And the eyes in the road to the highway code said
Go go go go little motorhead
Go go little motorhead
Go go little motorhead
Your looking pretty good with a boot full of lead
Shoot it round the clock, shoot it on to last
You can bet your cams, you won't get past
You can bet your cams, you won't get past
If he run outa road won't be the first or the last
I said flat on the gas, flat on the gas
Razor City
Jumped the ignition on a eight crack litre
Went straight thru the box, knew how to beat her, yeah
Razor city, Razor city
Down down turn around going automatic
Don't give me no flack don't give me no static
Razor city, Razor city
When Razor city came over the hill
I said oo oo baby down Alphaville
Eight tracks rocking, flight deck reeling
Two space cadets and we ride the ceiling
Razor city I know, 1 got a thousand nitrate miles to blow
Razor city, Razor city.
Racked up the pool hall, shook down the last fool
Blew my cover, but mother kept my belly full
Razor city, razor city
Down down turn around, going for the benders
Can shake a little rust on them u.k. fenders
Razor city, Razor city.
When Razor city came over the hill
I said oo oo baby down Alphaville
Eight tracks rocking, flight deck reeling
Two space cadet's and we ride the ceiling
Razor city I know, I got a thousand nitrate miles to blow
Razor city, Razor city.
You can bawl me a liar
You can draw me a duce
But you know pork chop by the length of my goose baby
Razor city, razor city.
You can level your gun
And your seventh son
But you know me baby I'm the one
Razor city, razor city.
Town Drunk
And I'm out on my seat again
Boozed up pretty neat again, yeah
Out on the night again
Oooo tanked up pretty tight again
Oh me oh my,
Just goner flip, flop, and fly
Till the breweries of England run
Till the breweries of England run
Till the breweries of England run dry
Ooo I'm the town drunk, always on a bender
My chances of surviving alcohol poisoning
Are slender, slender, lord they're pretty slender
I'm the town drunk, always on a bender
Everything's above me
Everybody shoves me
I shoot down the road
Hoping somebody loves me
And I got it in the elbows
Got in the knees
A little disease, they call the d.t.'s d.t.'s
Repeat
Dinah Low
Don't ask me why she ain't at school
She's cooking in the kitchen with smoke in the hall
Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Ain't been out for three weeks now
And I got the gastro's from greasy chow
Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Itchin' and scratchin’ but I got to laugh
I got a leg off the bed and a ring around the bath
I got a leg off the bed and a ring around the bath
For Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Found her in the street stealing like a mouse
Said she'd escaped from halfway house
Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Her mother came round with the office of the law
And I hid her in the closet and I locked the door
Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Asked her once if she was my baby
And she said Mister well maybe
And she said Mister well maybe
Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Dinah Lay she got no place to stay
I said Dinah low she got no place to go
And I'm getting my face right on the cotton
And I'm gripping her nerve
Something rotten
Dinah Low Dinah Lay
Repeat
Fatsticks
And the last time we met you'd had your collar felt
For breaking and entering the stockbrokers’ belt
I run's to the court with some alibi and plea
I get six months for perjury and you bust out free
Oh but Fatsticks oh Fatsticks I's a wishing you were here
We could prop up the bar and roll in the new year
And the last time you phoned you were running at large
Brainless in Hamburg you reversed the charge
You rambled of the brass if the street's and city parks
Of the Reeperbahn nights and the poxdoctors clerks
Oh but Fatsticks hey Fatsticks I's a wishing you were here
We could pull a few toerags off Wigan pier
I ain't playing no heartstrings ain't playing the clown no
Fatsticks it's just for a night on the town
So the last time I heard you were holed up at fat feet
Off the Warrington Road trying to lose a little heat
I call's out my name I hammered the door
Till a fist came around and dislocated my jaw
Oh Fatsticks hey Fatsticks if you hear the record play
It works out expensive communicating this way
I ain't playing no numbers ain't a laying none down no
Fatsticks it's just for a night on the town
Itchy feet
They got me nailed to the last hotel
Running and a hopping the bell
I get a one buck brunch
With the out to lunch brunch
Oh mother I need a seat, I got itchy feet
I'm cutting out of the fields of home
And all of the east river foam
I'm goner bust a few deals
With sparks on my heels
Oh mother I need a seat, I got itchy feet
If I only had the wheels to drive
Man I'm being buried alive
I got itchy feet
I know just where I'm gonner run
Smack into the Florida sun
Away with these boards
And the fifty buck broads
Oh mother I need a seat, I got itchy feet
I got itchy feet.
