Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballad of the Sulphate Strangler, artist - Ian Dury. Album song Ten More Turnips from the Tip, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: BMG Rights Management (UK), Templemill
Song language: English
Ballad of the Sulphate Strangler |
Are we rolling? |
Here we go then |
And one, two, three, |
Two, two, three |
A boy was born to Jack and Marge in 1951 |
And what is love, is love, is love |
And what is done, is done |
The baby grew in size and rage |
Beyond his normal years |
And when there’s blood on every page |
The diary ends in tears |
One, two, three, four, |
And I won’t forget the strangler |
He’s a lesson to us all |
A knight in shining armour |
And nearly ten feet tall |
I won’t forget the strangler |
He’s the Bournemouth Buckaroo |
His friends will always weep for him |
And this I tell you true |
I met him up in Finchley the man from TFA |
He drove a black three-tonner containing our PA |
He wore a thousand earrings and a diamond on his tooth |
His multi-hued proboscis betrayed a stormy youth |
The strangler on his roller-skates was over six foot ten |
He had a double set of documents in the names of other men |
Been on the road or off the road a thousand times since then |
I only wish there’d come a chance to do it all again |
And I won’t forget the strangler |
And nor will many more |
Salute the mighty strangler |
Hear the mighty strangler roar |
I won’t forget the strangler |
He’s as volatile as wind |
If no one’s getting loopy, then no one’s getting chinned |
Later in the saga, we come to chapter two |
Of big Pete Rush the strangler, the Bournemouth Buckaroo |
We hit the road together, the Blockheads and their crew |
A gram of whiz, a drop of vod, a can of special brew |
From Spain to San Francisco we blazed a funky trail |
With occasional disbursements to keep the strangler out of jail |
When we got to New York City we had to let him go |
'Cos the dramas going on backstage were better than the show |
And I won’t forget the strangler |
And this point we drift apart |
He said you placed a dagger now |
Right in my strawberry tart |
Full bound for death or glory |
And worth his weight in gold |
When the devil made the strangler, he threw away the mould |
These are the scars of the life that I lead |
The veins are from drink and the nose is from speed |
A Stanley knife here which had me well geed |
Do I get cut and do I not bleed? |
Each purple patch upon my face |
Shall rudely chart my fall from grace |
I will not pass the Loving Cup until the patches all join up |
Then Jenny came and told the news that big Pete Rush had died |
And me and Baxter were so sad, it was a pity how we cried |
The mighty sulphate strangler was the last one of his breed |
Now he’s got a white three-tonner and he’s knocking out Godspeed |
And I won’t forget the strangler |
And nor will many more |
Salute the mighty strangler |
Hear the mighty strangler roar |
I won’t forget the strangler |
He’s as volatile as wind |
He takes the world’s encumbrance |
When it wasn’t him who sinned |
I won’t forget the Strangler |
I wish he hadn’t died |
Now he’s hanging out with Lynott across the great divide |
I won’t forget the strangler |
He’s worth his weight in gold |
When the devil made the strangler he threw away the mould |
I won’t forget the Strangler |
I won’t forget the Strangler |
I won’t forget the Strangler |
I won’t forget the Strangler |