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Launch 1370

SONG LYRICS:

RUGRAT

Why act now the sprawling brat?

Don't  talk to me of tit-for-tat

You know that's not where I'm at

Baby you're a rugrat, baby you're a rugrat

 

You can call me that darn cat

who's gonna stop your little act

You're out of order that's a fact

and out of here and down the track

 

Why?  etc

 

***

 

Repeat all

 

SLEIGHT OF HAND

There was a guy called Mark Twain

who told the truth, and told it plain

even if it wasn't his real name

 

You can tell the truth

by sleight of hand

Emily Dickinson

she did it grand

Yes Emily Dickinson

she did it grand

 

There was a guy called Walt Whitman

Not the Walt of Disneyland

He did everything by his own hand

 

You can etc (twice)

 

Repeat 1st verse

 

You can etc (thrice)

Launch 1369

SONG LYRIC:

BLUE MOON

I'm a man in a suitcase

though I don't wear a suit

I get to travel around

Say goodbye to my roots

Home is where the heart is

and my heart's in the blues

Brave the new morning

in an old pair of shoes

Oh brave the new morning

in an old pair of shoes

 

I'm a man with a mission

That mission's a blue moon

One night I'm gonna find her

and sing to her my tune

Home is where the heart is etc

Launch 1368

SONG LYRIC:

DEADHEADS

Lucky for you boy

I don't tote a gun

Lucky for your girl

She who's just as dumb

Yeah lucky for you boy

Yeah lucky for you son

 

'Cos two deads are better than one

 

Got your heads together

You two were to plot

Guns are no equalizer

when some fool's a better shot

I'm no deadhead like you

Be thankful that I'm not

 

'Cos  two  deads etc  (twice)

 

Lucky  etc

 

'Cos two deads etc  (4 times)

 

That is what he said

 

Yeah that is what he said

Launch 1367

SONG LYRIC:

NEWGATE NUISANCES

You could bribe the prison-guard

to make your last hours less hard

He's bring you a mug of beer

This you could then down

in the hope that you'd drown

the haunting feeling of fear

 

And the shadows stood tall

over one and all

The gallows just beyond

their last nightfall

 

There'd be dancing and singing

Some to their bars clinging

lost on the drunken regaling

or to the banging of your head

on the prison-wall instead

or the lying-down-low and wailing

 

And etc

 

But the gentry would voice

they were sick of the noise

that came from this beggarly lot

Only happy that the din

would end with the swing

that followed the hangman's knot

 

And etc

 

You could etc

 

And etc

Launch 1366

SONG LYRIC:

TROLLS

Here on these hills

don't you go loll

and make an enemy

of the hillside troll

A witch or a warlock

would make it clear

Put a spell on yourself

and disappear

 

There are giant trolls

and there are pygmy size

Now you've got their measure

let it be no surprise

they are guardians of a treasure

you'd not believe your eyes

 

No on these here hills

don't you go tarry

or on a troll's back

he you will carry

be you tall or small

or of average height

for the troll has strength

and the troll has might

 

There etc

 

And what the treasure?

You may well ask

The sun is the gold

in which they bask

Emeralds the leaves

of grass and trees

and rubies the wild berries

about such hills as these

 

There etc

Launch 1365

SONG LYRIC:
SITTIN' ON A POT OF GOLD

You're sitting on a fortune

Sitting on a pot of gold

So said the house's madam

to the young twenty-year-old

 

Men can only buy

what women have for sale

Bring 'em in then baby

Shake a leg and a tail

 

You're etc

 

Where Honey grew up

they claim a hidy-hole of sin

Her drunk mamma died

Left her under the Madam's wing

 

You're etc

 

Honey was a black girl

Her first buyer was a white

There in the darkness

she began to see the light

 

You're etc

 

Now it's on street corners

with her held head high

that Honey sells the best

to the men who wish to buy

 

You're etc (twice)

Launch 1364

POEMS:

THE-SEASIDE-SMUGGLER-

AND-A-HIGHROAD-THIEF

A Saltburn smuggler-king

and a London highwayman.

In York's castle-prison

the two of them would land.

Andrew was pardoned, Turpin had to hang.

Gets even the law with uneven hand.

 

IT-IS-A-TROPICAL-PARADISE-PAIR

She's one-thousand-and-one delights,

brings a touch of Arabia to our nights.

She is, too, my kama Sutra queen,

my Girl Friday in an islandy dream.

No Lilith of the Jewish folklore.

English Adam, Thai Eve, Siamese shore. 

Launch 1363

SONG LYRIC:

YOUR PLACE IS RATHER NICE

She had never said

that she was wed

I'd have been out there

as fast as a sled

You were not to say

she was your lady-lay

or else I wouldn't

have hit the hay

 

Your place is rather nice

She held me like a vice

I've been there once or twice

 

What she did was wrong

She led me right along

with that look in her eyes

I hear you are splitting

I think it only fitting

A position of compromise

 

Your place etc

 

She had  etc

 

Your place etc  (twice)

Launch 1362

POEM:

IT'S-A-GIRL'S-GIFT-FROM-OLD-

GRIMALDI

Hiding behind her laughter

she paints on her clown's face.

The spectacle is menacing

when she does a Grimaldi grimace.

 

Far too much makeup.

The girl wears it like a mask.

Her world is a ring-circus.

Her life a fool-long task.

Launch 1361

WHAT DO WOMEN WANT?

They call him Willy Shakespeare

then laugh and run away

It's innuendo, yes it's innuendo

the game that these girls play

They are growing

into knowing

these new darling buds of May

 

One day they'll be young ladies

or maybe they'll be ladettes

We've had the women libbers

and we've had the suffragettes

 

They call etc

 

What is it that women want?

Don't go listen to Germaine

She's far from being consistent

and her sisters are the same

 

They call etc

 

One day etc

 

They call etc