So the boys got together and formed a band... uh, f'fate played the straight man, and since then they've never looked back... You, lads, welcome to t'Club B, I've seen you on t'telly with your long hair and pimples. (pop pop) We arrived at the gig looking rough Not happy, we'd all had enough Of eight hours on the road (honk!) Legs Larry said, eeh, "It's the boozer for me, dear boy." Yup, yup, yes indeedy And the hotel reception was empty and cold With orrid red wallpaper forty years old It stank like a rhino house! Mr. Slater said, "Pooh, I can smell Vindaloo." "Oh, really?" "No, Sir, O'Reilly!" Hobnob
And we wave to the people who frown At our hair as we ride into town And Chalky and Nozz had set up the gear At the club where the "Dohl Pal Show" would appear In person as themselves (oarf! oarf!) In person as themselves "Then Neil, Fred, and I played darts for awhile." "Before we switched on our theatrical smiles!" "Hey, you remember!" Hot dogs on sale in t' foyer
Hey... You can have a drink in your dressing rooms, lads, but you can't come into club looking like that. We can't oblige. Thank you.
Hey, Redneck! We've had em all ere, you know, Tommy Ray. Oh, aye? That's a brand new scratch on the piano, cost you75 quid to put that right. Whoa, who did that? Aye, remember Frank Fesher
And and Buddy Greece! Aye! Put off thought really, ere, doesn't it? Whoa, what? Will you take your empty glasses back t'bar? Any artiste mentioning football will be paid off immediately. Hoover
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