| One smoky day in a darkened scullery
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| Doon by the river in a factory town
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| Where bad things happen & the walls are drippn'
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| And the ghosts are flittin' frae the cold hard ground
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| A pot & kettle on the hob were settled
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| A' hissin' their patter so bileous cruel
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| An awfy matter o' clout & claterin'
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| Battlin' wits in a hideous duel
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| Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a lowly villain'
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| 'You're a terrible liar'
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| 'But we’re both here cookin' on the same old fire'
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| Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a chanty pot'
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| 'And you’re a shite for brains'
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| 'But we’re both here hangin' on the same old chains'
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| «I've roasted a wealth of exotic things
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| All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings
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| Polished copper how I proudly shone
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| Stealin the fire of the blazing sun»
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| «Ye've boilt nae mair’n 'em old soup bones
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| Ive boilt the tea for them stately homes
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| I were rattled like a drum each Hogmanay
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| Then scrubbed tae the devil on the follwin' day»
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| Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a lowly villain'
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| 'You're a terrible liar'
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| 'But we’re both here cookin' on the same old fire'
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| Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a chanty pot'
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| 'And you’re a shite for brains'
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| 'But we’re both here hangin' on the same old chains'
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| Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a lowly villain'
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| 'You're a terrible liar'
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| 'But we’re both here cookin' on the same old fire'
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| Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a chanty pot'
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| 'And you’re a shite for brains'
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| 'But we’re both here hangin' on the same old chains'
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| «O kettle yer metal is a terrible hue
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| Riddled wi' holes cannae hold yer brew
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| Yer lids all crooked & yer sides bashed in
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| It’ll no be long afore ye see the bin»
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| «Pot your not so bright as me
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| A hags old cauldron is all you’d be
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| You reek o' gruel & you’re none too young
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| Fit for to carry but the peels & dung»
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| Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a lowly villain'
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| 'You're a terrible liar'
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| 'But we’re both here cookin' on the same old fire'
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| Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're an old piss bucket'
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| 'You're a dented can'
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| 'But we’re neither as black as that roasting pan.'
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| Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a lowly villain' / 'But we’re neither as black'
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| 'You're a terrible liar'
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| 'But we’re both here cookin' on the same old fire' / 'But we’re neither as
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| black as that roasting pan.'
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| Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a chanty pot'
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| 'And you’re a shite for brains'
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| 'But we’re both here hangin' on the same old chains'
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| Lids a rattlin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a lowly villain' / 'But we’re neither as black'
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| 'You're a terrible liar'
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| 'But we’re both here cookin' on the same old fire' / 'But we’re neither as
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| black as that roasting pan.'
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| Guts a bubblin' belchin' steam
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| Life ain’t nothin but a fevered dream
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| 'You're a chanty pot' / 'But we’re neither as black'
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| 'And you’re a shite for brains'
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| 'But we’re both here hangin' on the same old chains' / 'But we’re neither as
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| black as that roasting pan.' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pot & Kettle , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мира