Third World War
2nd Album
Side One
Yobo
Urban Rock
Coshing Old Lady Blues
Rat Crawl
Side Two
I'd Rather Cut Cane For Castro
Factory Canteen News
Hammersmith Guerrilla
Produced by John Fenton for Cockney Coup Ltd
Arrangements by Jim Avery and John Hawken
Brass arrangements by Jim Price
Vocals by Terry Stamp
Jim Avery - bass
John Hawken – piano /
Craig Collinge - drums /
Terry Stamp - chopper - guitar /
John Knightsbridge – lead guitar l on Castro
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Ray Flacke - guitar /
Jim Price - trumpets and trombones /
Engineers - George Chkiantz and Damon Lyon-Shaw /
Mix Consultant - Shadey Adams /
Cover - Tony Munzlinger /
Performed by Third World War
Recorded at Olympic and I. B. C. Studios,
December 1971 and March 1972.
Yobo
I'm a yobo from your own backyard
Brokenosed bottlescarred
The boozer on the corner
Got me barred
'Cause I'm 'ard boy 'ard
Yes I'm 'ard boy 'ard.
Twenty a week
Working for a freak
On a radial drill.
With-an air line leak
Got no time to lig
Sweating like a pig
Sneaking a fag
Just me and that jig
And the company think they own us
They can think what they like
As long as I get my bonus.
I'm a yobo from your own backyard
Brokehosed bottlescarred
Well I'm a yobo from your own backyard
Well I'm a yobo from your own backyard
Well I'm a yobo from your own backyard
Urban Rock
We were rocking and a rolling
At the borough town hall
Well pissed one Saturday night
Now where I come from
At a rock and roll dance
You gotta end the evening right
And we just had enough
Of that fat town tough
Throwing his mouth all over the place
So I grabbed myself a bottle
Smashed it on the table
And screwed it straight in his face.
I said a little bit of urban rock
Don't do you no harm, at all
I said a little bit of urban rock and roll
Don't do you harm, do you no harm,
Do you no harm at all.
He was sprawling and a crawling
In the dog ends and beer
Blood pouring out of the cut
Up came the bouncers
And every one agreed
It's time he kept his big mouth shut
So I fractured his fat jaw
Opened the back door
Threw him out hard face down in the road
And when a number nine bus
Crushed him in the tarmac
The beers and the whiskies flowed.
I said a little bit of urban rock
Don't do you no harm at all
You know a little bit of urban rock and roll
Don't do you no harm, do you no harm,
Do you no harm at all.
There was cheering and a sneering
When the ambulance came Accompanied by the law
They questioned his bird
could see it coming
A G.B.H. stretch that's for sure
So I swallowed my pride
Dragged her outside
Passed the ladies
And behind the gents
And beneath the town hall clock
I dipped my old wick
Up against the fish shop fence.
I said a little bit of urban rock
A little bit of urban roll
I said a little bit of urban rock
A little bit of urban roll
I said a little bit of urban rock
A little bit of urban roll
I said a little bit of urban rock
A little bit of urban roll
Don't do you no harm, do you no harm,
Do you no harm at al!.
Coshing Old Lady Blues
I was sixteen and easy to scare
Till I heard the hells angels
Chain and razor prayer
So I bought a five pound matchless
Fitted some new plugs
And I joined Dicky Taylor's
Motorcycle thugs.
Singing coshing old lady
Coshing old lady
Coshing old lady blues
Hey grannie hide your pension in your shoes
We got all the knuckle dusters we can use.
I threatened my dad
For the souvenirs he had
From the last great war, the second world war A nazi helmet and bayonet
A rocker bird on my bike
And I'd really cane it, cane it, cane it.
Singing coshing old lady
Coshing old lady
Coshing old lady blues
Hey grannie hide your pension in your shoes
We got all the knuckle dusters we can use.
I threatened my ma
For her life savings in a jar
On the kitchen shelf, I took it for myself
Oh I never did return it
A rocker bird on my bike
And I'd really burn it, burn it, burn it.
Singing coshing old lady
Coshing old lady
Coshing old lady blues
Hey grannie hide your pension in your shoes
We got all the knuckle dusters we can use
Hey grannie hide your welfare in your shoes
We got all the knuckle dusters we can use
Hey grannie hide your handout in your shoes
We got all the knuckle dusters we can use.
Rat Crawl
Knocking on my door
Getting up my nose
So it's election time
And any verbal goes
What your party wants
What you party did
Well I'm still down on the bread line
So's the wife and so's the kid.
Doing the rat crawl
Doing the rat crawl
What yer crawling like that for
What yer crawling like that for
Doing the rat crawl
Doing the rat crawl.
I'd Rather Cut Cane For Castro
Well I'd rather cut
Rather cut cane
Yes I'd rather cut
Rather cut cane for Castro
So your governments come
And your governments go
The promises are fast
The action slow
You get no direction a poor education
And the government bleeds you with inflation
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Keeping a working man out and down
With a dead end job in a dead end town.
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Working in the fields
Fidel as my neighbour
I'm genuine U. K. semi skilled labour
Now I ain't no commie or a dirty little traitor
But you gotta make some sense sooner or later
So yer governments suck
And yer governments blow
The prophesies are high
Your income low
You get no opinion no motivation
And the government blinds you with inflation.
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Keeping a working man on his knees
With a dead end job in a dead end freeze.
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Living off the land Che Guevara my hero
'm authentic U. K. redundant zero
Now I ain't no commie handing sickles to my brother
But you gotta make some sense some time or other
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Fidel! Fidel! Fidel!
Fidel! Fidel Fidel!
Castro.
Factory Canteen News
You hear the factory hooter blast
And the whole shop floor down tools fast
Run like hell yeah we do
And the fittest are first in the canteen queue.
It's funny how the canteen tea
Always tastes like piss to me
Union news over canteen stews
And round and round go your communist views
Now you don't sit near the management's table
So educated and mathematically able
With their figures and graphs
And hoi polloi chatter
We'll work five percent harder
They'll glow five percent fatter
And they wonder why yer swear and yer she
And yer late to clock in
And yer rush to clock out
Boardroom news new suits and clean shoes
And round and round go yet, conservative views
I see the factory canteen news brother
Right on yer face right on down
To your steel caps we always lose
I see the canteen news
One day strikes and working class will
Didn't kill that industrial relations bill
So you keep yer mouth shut
You don't need the sack
Or a knife in the back
And the factory canteen news is turning
To factory burning.
Hammersmith Guerrilla
I've got just the thing for you
A real cop beater
A sawn off twelve gauge
Five shot repeater
Get your arse along down to Hammersmith
Join the urban guerrillas
Take up arms against the crown
Hey reb so you're discontented
Those politicians think
We're weak and demented
Taking us for fools
Breaking our balls
Join the Hammersmith guerrillas
It's time we changed the rules
Hey reb it's time we changed the rules.
Now come on all you rebels
Come on what do you say
Come on you recruits
In your boiler suits
You ain't gonna loose
Those low wage blues
No way
Come on all you rebels
What do you say
Join the Hammersmith guerrillas
Don't talk about the wrong and the right
Get up and fight
Join the Hammersmith guerrillas
Don't talk about the wrong and the right
Get up and fight.
Hey reb so you're in confusion
Those politicians talk
With lies and illusions
Taking us for fools
Breaking our balls
Join the Hammersmith guerrillas
It's time we changed the rules
Hey reb it's time we changed the rules.
Now come on all you rebels
Come on what do you say
Come on you recruits
In your boiler suits
You ain't gonna lose
Those long shift blues
No way
Come on all you rebels
What do you say
Join the Hammersmith guerrillas
Don't talk about the wrong and the right
Get out and fight
Join the Hammersmith guerrillas
Don't talk about the wrong and the right
Get up and fight
Get out and fight
Fight, fight, fight,
Fight, fight, fight.
