Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bagpipe Music , by - Battlefield Band. Song from the album Room Enough for All, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 07.04.2013
Record label: Temple
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bagpipe Music , by - Battlefield Band. Song from the album Room Enough for All, in the genre Музыка мираBagpipe Music |
| It’s no go the merrygoround, it’s no go the rickshaw, |
| All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow. |
| Their knickers are made of crêpe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python, |
| Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with heads of bison. |
| John MacDonald found a corpse, put it under the sofa, |
| Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker, |
| Sold its eyes for souvenirs, sold its blood for whisky, |
| Kept its bones for dumb-bells to use when he was fifty. |
| It’s no go the Yogi-Man, it’s no go Blavatsky, |
| All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxi. |
| Annie MacDougall went to milk, caught her foot in the heather, |
| Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old Vienna. |
| It’s no go your maidenheads, it’s no go your culture, |
| All we want is a Dunlop tyre and the devil mend the puncture. |
| The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was sober, |
| Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over. |
| Mrs Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion, |
| Said to the midwife ‘Take it away; |
| I’m through with overproduction'. |
| It’s no go the gossip column, it’s no go the Ceilidh, |
| All we want is a mother’s help and a sugar-stick for the baby. |
| Willie Murray cut his thumb, couldn’t count the damage, |
| Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandage. |
| His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish, |
| Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parish. |
| It’s no go the Herring Board, it’s no go the Bible, |
| All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle. |
| It’s no go the picture palace, it’s no go the stadium, |
| It’s no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums, |
| It’s no go the Government grants, it’s no go the elections, |
| Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension. |
| It’s no go my honey love, it’s no go my poppet; |
| Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. |
| The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever, |
| But if you break the bloody glass you won’t hold up the weather. |
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