mrry (Happy New Year)
 
Secret Pastry Secret Song 18/Sep/2000

At last, it's unveiled. Observe our retrospective lack of coyness, and our latent outrageousness.

 
Download Secret Song MIDI Murray/Watt

So the story begins...

City dweller, ain't got no cellar,
Thought to himself, 'My wife has got all my money,'
Living in a penthouse,
In Netherlee.

I'm a professional brickie,
Between jobs at the minute:
Not paying the price,
'Cause I get state benefit.
Living off the back of
Society.

He's got leopard skin,
And a wheelie bin.

He lives in a house,
A very cramped house,
With low ceilings.
Watching Springer repeats,
And Coronation Street,
In the evening.

He piles up credit card bills,
He wipes inexplicable spills,
Off the bedsheets.
It's like a battery farm,
With minimal charm,
In Drumchapel.

He's a closet Tory,
But that's another story.
Ev'rything's going Jackanory.
Touched by his low-life
Expectancy.

He's watching Kojak,
Knocking back Prozac.
He needs a helping hand,
To satisfy his needs as a man.
Oh, it's a simpler remedy.

If you're strapped for cash,
Deal in hash.

He lives in a house,
A very cramped house,
With low ceilings.
He's got manly breasts,
Hanging over his chest,
From on high.

He drinks, smokes, laughs,
Has a cousin in Bath,
Who disowned him.
It's like a battery farm,
With minimal charm,
In Drumchapel.

In Drumchapel (ooh, ooh, ooh),
In Drumchapel (ooh, ooh, ooh),
In Drumchapel (ooh, ooh, ooh).

Blow, blow me off.
I am so sad.
I had ribs removed.

Blow, blow me off.
I am so sad.
I had ribs removed.

He lives in a house,
A very cramped house,
With low ceilings.
Watching Springer repeats,
And Coronation Street,
In the evening.

He piles up credit card bills,
He wipes inexplicable spills,
Off the bedsheets.
It's like a battery farm,
With minimal charm,
In Drumchapel.

He lives in a house,
A very cramped house,
With low ceilings.
He's got manly breasts,
Hanging over his chest,
From on high.

He drinks, smokes, laughs,
Has a cousin in Bath,
Who disowned him.
Oh you'll point and laugh,
On that battery farm,
In Drumchapel.

Ooh, la, la, la.
I wanna leave.
I wanna leave.

CommentsComments 

jamie said:
damn those boys are funny

Name

E-Mail

Url

Comment

Please enter the number 4405 in the box below:

 
CommentsTell a friend about this page

Your Name

Your E-Mail

Your friend's E-Mail

 
SideboardSideboard


< # Scottish Blogs ? >
Technorati Profile
Listed on BlogShares

Subscribe to the mrry RSS feed
More about RSS.
Trackback URL for this article:
http://www.mrry.co.uk/trackback/1579