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 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 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 I'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.
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