Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit Parade, artist - The Beautiful South. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Hit Parade |
| No one wrote a song for me |
| Just instrumental not too long |
| As sure as sure could ever be |
| You’d only get the lyrics wrong |
| No solo Chet Baker ever played |
| lowered me slowly to my grave |
| The prose that Keats and Yates would save |
| was for King and Queen not knave |
| I have no poem that describes my charm |
| No story told that’s short and sweet |
| I have no hymn, I have no psalm |
| This song I have it has no beat |
| Yes it has no beat |
| No tapping of feet |
| Yes it has no beat |
| Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues |
| Did he play for me to lose? |
| Cause just when round midnight falls |
| That tune’s not his it’s Kenny Ball’s |
| Now on that graveyard on that grave |
| On that tombstone in the shade |
| No poem written, no accolade |
| No «We loved you"ever sprayed |
| There’s just this feeling from that moss |
| When epitaph you cannot read |
| he must have lived it at budget cost |
| So he deserves to be beneath |
| All that William Robinson wrote |
| not one of my pluses did he portray |
| those lyrics stuck right down my throat |
| I never hit |
| It never hit |
| My hit parade |