A Country Practice
Quelle: Spotify
I feel like a beggar accepting alms
Then being pelted with figs
I study my steadily declining chart placings
They greet me with freezing cold inhospitality
Hey, where did that bloke go who said I was vital?
I possess the mild air of a retail tobacconist
That's because I'm a retail tobacconist
But the mayflies on a Berkshire trout river
Would probably tell you a different story
About ham-fisted diadems and momentary daydreams
Of mythical dividends and illusory boardroom suits
In the room festooned with fat beef certificates
From county shows
Duff leg Bryn had drank too much again
Most of Wem was steering clear of him
I've got no time for this 12th consecutive Rose Bowl
Cos at Sunday next at ten to four
I've got an invitation for
A trip around Katharine Hamnett's warehouse
Followed by dinner with David Emmanuel
Whom I can't wait to tell about my dream
In which the almost illegal Elton Welsby
Is dressed as a French maid on a moonless byway
Licking his lips as he creeps ever closer
Fast falls the eventide
Fast falls the eventide
The public appearance of bitter ex-soap stars
Who thought they could go on and do other things beside
The Centre Court amusement at the ballboy's mishap
That bobbing up and down thing that they do at the Proms
Opinionated weather forecasters telling me it's going to be a miserable day
Miserable to who? I quite like a bit of drizzle so stick to the facts
Channel 4 presents "Blowjob"
Introduced by Adrian and Sophie Horn
Who is of course one bloke with a pierced dick
Who's just had the nod from Planet 24
Hear him say "surreal, bizarre, sad git"
Yes indeedy, completely and utterly footy anorak and respect
Before whipping the audience up into doing the Time Warp
Watch him take us live to "The Queen's Arse and Firkin"
Where Joseph Bloggs and his amazing Technicolour shellsuit
Are about to abort their Steely Dan routine
And instead embark upon 15 minutes of mantra-filled Oompah
15 minutes of mantra-filled Oompah
15 minutes of mantra-filled Oompah
Adrian / Sophie wants us, the viewers, to ring in
And say how we think the punters will react
(These are a few of my favourite things)
I'm incredibly bored with the word "millennium"
And with the Jehovah's Witnesses
Millions now earmarked will later be wasted
Her Majesty, marvellous, mother the musical
The fireworks lighting up the Houses of Parliament
Death in Trafalgar Square, death in the armchair
Of clichéd old spinsters who never been loved
Every day is Australia day
"Sons and Daughters" and "Home and Away"
But then the news comes on and the sound goes down
Cos she can't be bothered with all them politicians
They're all just a bunch of flamin' drongos
She died with her telly on, 87 and confused
With not enough hospital beds cos all the money's been used
On the end of the century party preparations
And they reckon that the last thing she saw in her life was
Sting, singing on the roof of the Barbican
Sting, singing on the roof of the Barbican
T for Toxteth
T for Tennessee
T for Toxteth, T for Tennessee
T for Thatcher, that girl that made a wreck out of me
Old lady labelled me an idle
Old lady labelled me an idle
Old lady labelled me an idle layabout
Layabout
Layabout
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