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A

Ain’t Getting Married In The Morning
Ain’t Gonna Play No Jazz No More

B

Badlands
Blues Is Calling Me
Blues Zero Two
Born Again [and the religion is the blues]

Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Come Round And See Me
Cry Your Eyes Till They’re Red

D

Don’t Eat That Cake
Don’t You Turn Your Back
Down In The Deep Freeze

E

Every Night You Turn Away
Everything’s Too Fast

First Day In Hell
First Time The Earth Shook

G

Get The Poison Out
Give Me The Money Quick
Goodbye Blues

I

I Ain’t Going Yet
I Am A Man From Lewisham
I Don't Want Another Night Like That
I Felt So Guilty
I Hate Dogs
I Like Rain
I Love Your Smell
I’m Happy
I’m On A Island
I’m Staying In The Car
I’m Stuck On You
In My Bones
I Took A Walk
I Wanna Be Connected
I Wanna Stay Here
I Want My Tea

J

Jazz Had A Baby (and they called it avant garde)

L

Like John Lee Said
Looking For Mr Happy

My Waters Run Clear

P

Pissed Off Boy
Pointless Adornments

Resting On My Bed Of Blues

S

sadtimes.co.uk
Suburbia

The Blues Prayer
The Duke And Me 
The Tide Is Out
There Is No Lord Up There
This Is A Day To Forget
This Room
Throw Them Blues In The Recycling Bin

W

When Money’s Really Tight
When The Parents Come To Stay
Where Are You?
Where Did I Stay Last Night?
White Van Man
 

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A
 

AIN'T GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING
 

Ain’t getting married in the morning  - sun ain’t gonna shine
Ain’t getting married in the morning  - bells ain’t gonna chime
Put out a stopper on any kind of whopper
- I’m doing fine....

Ain’t gonna be there in the morning - ain’t gonna spruce up in my prime
Ain’t gonna be there in the morning - to get aboard that misery line
Don’t want no noose even if it’s loose
I’d rather do time...

Ain’t Getting Married In The Morning....

Won’t have to dress up like a penguin - you won’t be iced up like a cake
Won’t have to dress up like a penguin - worryin’ that the schedule’s running late
You gotta be a loon to  waste an afternoon
I’m keeping my mind.....

Ain’t Getting Married In The Morning......
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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AIN’T GONNA PLAY NO JAZZ NO MORE
 

Ain’t Gonna Sing And Play No Jazz No More! 
Ain’t Gonna Sing And Play No Jazz No More!
Grab my charts and throw them out the door!

Ain’t gonna - study all those passing chords! 
Ain’t gonna - study all those passing chords!
I’m bored......!

Ain’t Gonna Sing..... 

Ain’t gonna play for those who analyse! 
Ain’t gonna play for those who analyse! 
Give you a breakdown - seen it with my eyes!

Ain’t Gonna Sing..... 

No more Giant Steps for mankind!
No more Giant Steps for mankind!
I’ve been painting for the blind!

Ain’t Gonna Sing..... 

I’m gonna kick away those Autumn Leaves!
I’m gonna kick away those Autumn Leaves!
Jazz Police have got me on my knees.

Ain’t Gonna Sing..... 
 

© 1995  Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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B
 
 

BADLANDS
 

Badlands
Where the homeless drink
Badlands
Where men walk with a limp
Where women’s leg’s are blue
Where dressing up is ‘nearly new’
Badlands
Just down the road from you

Badlands
Shuttered shops that never close
Badlands
Where a facial is a broken nose
Graffiti on the wall
Improves the boarded shopping mall
Badlands
Just down the road from you

Badlands
Takeaway decay
Badlands
Blowing dust your way
And you just walk on through 
You’ll find doo dah ron ron on your shoe
Badlands
Just down the road from you
 

© 1997 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’  VOTP   VOCD 002

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BLUES IS CALLING ME
 

Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing
Blow away my tears within
Blues Is Calling Me 
Calling me to sing

I need someone to talk to
Tell ‘em everything
But I don’t think that I ought to
Share this pain within
Tried writing a letter
Addressed to myself
But if I were to read it
It’s goodbye mental health
Blues Is Calling Me 
Calling me to sing

Deep is my heart
So low ain’t never been
Torn apart
By everything
Comfort words
Mean nothing to me
From inside
Is the remedy
Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing

All over London
All over the world
There’s a sound
We all have heard
And if you ain’t
Listen to me
And give a thought
To those in need
Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing
 

© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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BLUES ZERO TWO
 

We love life
Love it to death
It’s all you got
Till your last breath
But sometimes things
Get on top
Overloaded
Want them to stop
This is when
It’s time to restore
How Do you Do? 
Blues Zero Two

Don’t get me wrong
Ain’t too depressed
Sometimes issues
Need to be addressed
The road is long
The pavement tight
In the dark
Ain’t got light
That is when
Faith is renewed
How Do You Do? 
Blues Zero Two

Walk with me
Side by side
Always there
Three Six Five
Teaching Me
To Be 
To be True 
How Do You Do? 
Blues Zero Two
 

© 2001 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024

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BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]
 

Thought the blues had left me
Gone out the door
But they come creeping
Up thru floor
Making my knees quiver
And my top lip shake
Pulls the hair on my neck
For pity’s sake….

I want more!
I like the feeling!
When the  melancholia starts peeling….
And I’m Born Again
Yes I’m Born Again
I’m Born Again
And the religion is the blues.

Thought the blues had left me
When I was H.A.P.P.Y
Felt so good
Band jumped for joy
Made me shout!
Made me sing!
Blues gave me the strength
I could do anything!

I want more!
I like the feeling!
When the  melancholia starts peeling…..
And I’m Born Again
Yes I’m Born Again
I’m Born Again
And the religion is the blues.

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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C
 
 

CLIFF RICHARD SPOKE TO ME
 

The world changed for the better
It had a rose tinted hue
The air was scented perfume
And smiling faces too
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
He said 
‘Hi!’ 

That Walking Talking Livin’ Doll
Top pop sensation
Left me speechless
No time to say ‘ Congratulations’
You wanna hear what he said!?
You wanna hear what he said!?
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me.........

Devil Woman took a Summer Holiday
Gave Power To All Her Friends
Bachelor Boy took off with Carrie
But the memory never ends
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me ........

It’s So Funny
We Don’t Talk Anymore
We talked so deep
Wished we could talk some more
You wanna hear what he said!?
You wanna hear what he said!?
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
He said 
‘Hi!’ 
He said -    ‘Hi!’ 
He said -    ‘Hi!’ 
He said -    ‘Hi!’ 
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’  VOTP   VOCD 002

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COME ROUND AND SEE ME
 

Anytime you want 
you can come round and see me
come for morning coffee 
or come for afternoon tea

I say that ‘cause I’m lonely 
that much I realise
my life is grey and overcast 
everyone else got blue skies

Come round for morning coffee! 
come round for afternoon tea!
come round and see me 
cos I’m a sad 
B.A.S.T.A.R.D.
 

© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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CRY YOUR EYES TILL THEY’RE  RED
 

Cry your eyes till they’re red
No need to hide the pain inside
Cry your eyes till they’re red

Rub your hands to the bone
Warm up your skin
Release the pain within
Rub your hands to the bone

Pace yourself up and down
Keep walking on
Till all the pain is gone
And cry your eyes till they’re red
 

© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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D
 
 

DON’T EAT THAT CAKE
 

I want that Cake
on the plate
my body aches
and salivates
face red with guilt
hand starts to tilt....
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!

Crumbs on the rim
look out of place
quick dab with finger
stuff into face
I lick the specks
of cake rejects
it tastes so good....
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!

It was not me
who stole that food
I saw my hand
and mouth collude
but I know where
stolen goods rest
under a ton
of guiltiness....
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I’ve eaten that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I’ve eaten that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I’ve eaten that cake!
 

 © 2001 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
     from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024

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DON’T YOU TURN YOUR BACK
 

You looking at me 
like I’m some kind of freak!
you looking at me
like I’m some kind of freak!
pay attention
listen while I speak!

Show me your face
look me in the eye!
show me your face
look me in the eye!
don’t mean to hurt you
no need to be shy!

Don’t turn
DON’T YOU TURN YOUR BACK!
Don’t turn
DON’T YOU TURN YOUR BACK! 
do it once more 
ain’t never coming back!
 

© 1995  Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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DOWN IN THE DEEP FREEZE
 

Late night Tesco
three forty five 
stacking cans
to stay alive 
fifty shelves 
to be filled
I’m on my knees
down in the deep freeze 

Days full of sleep
life slips away
Have to work all night 
minimum pay
most folks home doing as they please
I’m stuck here
down in the deep freeze 

I can can can 
can’t stand this job
I can can can 
can’t stand this job
how can I leave 
the deep freeze?
 

© 2001 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024

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E
 
 

EVERY NIGHT YOU TURN AWAY
 

Every night 
you turn away 
every night
you turn away 
I ask myself
what makes me stay?

The first two years
seemed to be so fine 
the first two years
seemed to be so fine 
but now
we seem to have crossed lines

I ask myself
what makes me stay
I ask myself
what makes me stay
For every night
every night 
you turn away
 

© 1978  Ian Trimmer / Billy Jenkins     PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615
 

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EVERYTHING’S TOO FAST
 

I hate that sound
of a pizza delivery on its way
racing past my house 
on the fast food super highway

And then you get 
Recorded Delivery at the door
dropping a 
‘You Were Out When We Called’ card 
at my slippered feet 
on the floor

Speed
Everything’s too fast
Please slow down
My mind won’t last

I’m too slow for fast living
but at least I know my cruising speed
not too slow for honesty 
not too fast for greed

So whilst everyone’s on the warpath 
I just sit in my brick wigwam
they’re out there fighting for the icing 
but I’m happy 
with the marzipan
 

© 2004 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450
 

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F
 
 

FIRST DAY IN HELL
 

They took me
when I was four 
from back garden
out front door
walked me to
old church hall
first day in hell
nursery school

Room full of kids
scream and shout
don’t wanna know
what it’s all about
too much noise
too much to see
first day in hell
and it’s scaring me

I cried and cried
teacher went red
‘You shut up!
Or I’ll slap your leg!’
perched on stage
in huge church hall
first day in hell
nursery school

After lunch
they made us sleep
on canvas bed
how I did weep
for I had lost
my own world
into the outside
I’d been hurled

first day in hell
nursery school
 

© 2000 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘LIFE’    VOTP  VOCD 023

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FIRST TIME THE EARTH SHOOK
 

I’ve been holding my breath - I ain’t got much life left
My face is turning blue - and it’s all because of you
That’s all it took - first time the earth shook

I’d been wondering what it’s like - deep into the night
Writing down plans - to turn a boy into a man
Turned into a book - by the first time the earth shook

What was my memory - as I made history
Well I wish I could recall - who I went with to the ball
Went so fast I didn’t look - first time the earth shook
 

© 1995 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘Songs of Praise Live!’    BABEL  BDV 2768

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G
 
 
 

GET THE POISON OUT
 

My mind is closed down
My insight short
I feel outnumbered
Emotion nought
Too many worries
Can’t sort them out
Get The Poison Out
What is wrong with me?

My legs are weary
Feel like lead
Asleep in life
Awake in bed
I can’t whisper
I can’t shout
Get The Poison Out
What is wrong with me?

I don’t know
How to smile
I feel like a
Heart aching
Painted by
Francis Bacon
Get The Poison Out
What is wrong with me?
 

© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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GIVE ME THE MONEY QUICK
 

Give
give me the money quick 
give
give me the money quick 
I got a long drive home and my 
body’s feeling sick

I’m out of here
I’m flat out on the floor 
I’m out of here
I’m flat out on the floor 
and you all keep saying
is
‘Play One More...! ’

Give, give me the money quick ........ 

I’ve said my piece now let me 
out of here 
I’m taking off my wet clothes and
packing up my gear 
Give
give me give me the money quick 
I got a long drive home and my 
body’s feeling sick

Been playing all night and my 
fingers ache 
My ears are buzzin’ can’t 
keep awake 
give
give me give me the money quick 
I got a long drive home and my 
body’s feeling sick

Give, give me the money quick.......
 

© 1995  Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
  from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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GOODBYE BLUES
 

Goodbye blues
I’m putting you to bed
goodbye blues
I’m putting you to bed
kiss you good night
lay your sleepy head

I’ll be back to visit
I never will forget
I’ll be back to visit
I never will forget
all that S.A.D. you gave me
L.O.V.E. and respect

Goodbye blues
you’ve let me had my say
goodbye blues
you’ve let me had my say
goodbye blues
I’ll be back some day
 

© 1996  Billy Jenkins     PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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I
 
 
 

I AIN’T GOING YET
 

I still got some teeth
Grey matter underneath
So hold the funeral wreath
I Ain’t Going Yet

I can still walk
And  boy how I can talk
Get that wine uncorked 
I Ain’t Going Yet

Where’s the time gone? 
I don’t know
I just arrived now it’s time to go
Seems that I can’t have no more
Death is knockin’ at my door

Excuse me if I ask it
But I don’t need no casket
You don’t seem to grasp it
I Ain’t Going Yet 
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet 
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet 
OH NO!

Just one last request
Before I’m laid to rest
There’s  something I must stress
I Ain’t Going Yet 
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet 
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet 
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet 
OH NO!

[wadya mean OH NO!? You mean OH YEAH!!]
 

© 2000 Billy Jenkins         PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘LIFE’    VOTP  VOCD 023

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I AM A MAN FROM LEWISHAM
 

I am a man – from Lewisham
Help friends and neighbours – whenever I can
From Sydenham Hill - to Deptford Creek
I wish well – of everyone I meet.
‘Cause I’m a man – from Lewisham
Oh yes I am - From Lewisham.

I like my bread – with low sugar jam
And I’ll always spread it – around if I can
When income’s low – get on the phone
I’ll soon find someone – to give an interest free loan.
‘Cause I’m a man – from Lewisham

Wherever I die – bring my ash and bone
Back to the place – that I call home
Been north and south
And east and west
I know the place – that I love best

‘Cause I’m a man – from Lewisham
Oh yes I am - from Lewisham.
 

© 2004 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘I AM A MAN FROM LEWISHAM’    VOTP  VOCD 105
 

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I DON'T WANT ANOTHER NIGHT LIKE THAT
 

I Don’t Want - Another Night Like That 
I Don’t Want - Another Night Like That
When the drinks are too expensive and the food is crap.

I don’t want - the night to be my friend 
I don’t want - the night to be my friend
Wanna go out 9 to 5 - then come straight home again.

I Don’t Want - Another Night Like That......

Help me please - Middle Life ain’t makin’ sense 
Help me please - Middle Life ain’t makin’ sense 
Mind of a teenager - but my body’s getting bent.

I Don’t Want - Another Night Like That......
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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I FELT SO GUILTY
 

I Felt So Guilty
When I kissed my best friend’s wife
I Felt So Guilty
When I kissed my best friend’s wife
But it was a dream I had had – most of my  adult life.
 
I Felt So Guilty
When my friend came round next day
I Felt So Guilty
When my best friend called round next day
Did he know, did he care – Or did it really matter anyway?

I Felt So Guilty
As my friend waved goodbye to me
I Felt So Guilty
As my ex-best friend waved goodbye to me
Left me with a broken nose – he got nine months assault and battery.

Don't mess with your best friend's wife.....
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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I HATE DOGS
 

I Hate Dogs!
Don’t like ‘em a bit!
Dogs squit!
Don’t like ‘em a bit!
Wet furred smell!
Yapping hell!
Mud print paws!
Scratched up door!
Best chair hogged!
I Hate Dogs!
 

I walk the streets!
Watching every step!
Dogs look like their owner!
And they ain’t Johnny Depp!
“Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you!”
As teeth bared snout French kisses!
Get the bastard off me!
Before it pisses!
I Hate Dogs!
 

Dog go Bow Wow!
I go Pow! Pow!
I Hate Dogs!

Growling little dwarf arsewipe
Eyes ablaze with hate
The stink cutting through nasal hair is
The dog food it just ate!
“Go orn - fetch this stick!”
I say with sly smile on
As I summon all my inner strength
And send the bastard to oblivion!

Dog go Bow Wow!
I go Pow! Pow!
I Hate Dogs!!
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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I LIKE RAIN

.
Spanish tourists
Like the sun up  high
Fresh air ramblers
Like to see kites fly
West Coast USA 
The weather’s all the same
Me?
I Like Rain

Alpine skiers
Like fresh laid snow
New Age hippies 
Love the  sunset glow
Cruise ship stokers
Like the temperature aflame
Me?
I Like Rain

I like rain
Pebbledash my stack
Cold wind howling
Sky tar pitch black
Gothic Northern lights
Pushing down on city streets
Cold water rising
Seeping round my feet

And I like rain
Feeding garden  soil
Plopping under trees
Drains whirl and  boil
I’m nose pressed at the window 
I’m a puppy on a chain
Me?
I Like Rain

Some people 
Think I’m  cocoa  pops
They say 
‘Why he like  rain that doesn’t  stop!?’
But let me tell you the truth
I Like Rain 
Less it’s leaking through my roof
 

© 2004 Billy Jenkins     PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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I LOVE YOUR SMELL
 

I Love Your Smell
Makes me well
I never miss
A little sniff
When you’re near 
When you’re near 

Every week
It’s “See you soon”
Up to town
To try perfume
When you come home
I get to taste
The featured samples
You did paste
Upon your face 
And I Love Your Smell
Makes me well
I never miss
A little sniff 
When you’re near 
When you’re near

I get the best
Of both worlds
Sometimes the swine
Upon the pearl
There is something
I must confess
I am a slave
To your scented-ness
And I Love Your Smell
Makes me well
I never miss
A little sniff 
When you’re near 
When you’re near
 

© 2000 Billy Jenkins       PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’    VOTP  VOCD 002

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I’M HAPPY
 

I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y. 
I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y. 
I’m  so happy
I don’t know why, why, why

I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no ecstasy

Last thing I remember I was deep in my dreams
Working with a woman on an S and M scheme
A voice said ‘Good Morning!’ and I opened up my eyes
Yawned my sleepy head
Then I realised 
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no H.R.T.

Sitting up on Hilly Fields
Wind caress my hair
Far away the city in the valley over there
Teenagers kick football
Little children play
Everybody moving
Everything o.k.
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no ecstasy

Sitting on the sofa
Family safe in bed
Flicking through the T.V. and the memories in my head
Thinking ‘bout tomorrow maybe time to get some rest
Forget the live performance
Give my dreams a screen test 
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no L.S.D.

I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y. 
I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y. 
I’m so happy
I could die....
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins        PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’    VOTP  VOCD 002
 

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I’M ON AN ISLAND
 

I’m on an island
I need someone to rescue me 
I’m on an island
I need someone to rescue me 
I’m on an island
send a lifeboat speedily

I’m on a distant cloud
 it’s so lonely up here 
I’m on a distant cloud
it’s so lonely up here 
won’t you send the sun
to dry my tears

I’m on an island
can’t you see I’m in distress 
I’m on an island
can’t you see I’m in distress 
I’m on an island
please answer my SOS
 

© 1980  Ian Trimmer  / Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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I’M STAYING IN THE CAR
 

Special offer token
just came Royal Mail
everything discounted
everything on sale 
she says
  ‘Put down what you’re doing
   strumming that guitar’ 
I says
  ‘ I’ll take you shopping 
    but I’m staying in the car’

A fancy invitation
come over for a drink
new and old acquaintances
ain’t no time to think
everybody yapping
jamming my radar
please send my apologies
I’m staying in the car

A day out for the kiddios
it’s time for Daddies treat
no stay home watching videos
gonna take them somewhere sweet
race track is my sustenance
speed my caviar 
but when I get them to the circuit they say
  ‘we’re staying in the car’

Big family celebrations
nephews 
uncles
aunts
She says 
  ‘You can’t avoid it
    this one you really can’t’ 
so I
dress like I’m attending
RSVP Ma and Pa 
but when I
pull up outside front door I says
   ‘I’m staying in the car....’
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024

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I’M STUCK ON YOU
 

I feel
like slowing down 
I feel
like slowing down 
can’t explain
what’s going round and round

You tell me
you don’t feel the same way too 
you tell me
you don’t feel the same way too 
too bad
that I’m stuck on you

I’m stuck on you 
there’s nothing I can do 
I’m stuck on you
there’s nothing I can do 
I’m stuck on you
like 
Super Glue
 

© 1978   Ian Trimmer / Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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IN MY BONES
 

I wear my Grandad’s clothes
Cos he’s dead
The wind blows
Thru the thread
Old man’s attire
Keeps the flame afire
And he’s
In My Bones

In My Bones
In My Bones
A bespoke cloak
For a bespoke bloke
And he’s
In My Bones
 

© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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I TOOK A WALK
 

If things get so bad - that I can’t sleep
Can’t raise a smile - just wanna weep
Don’t see beauty - don’t hear song
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s Pond
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s Pond

Still dark water - seems so attractive
If I walked right in - soon be inactive
If I carry rocks - it won’t take long
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s Pond
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s Pond

There I’ll be - if I go missing
You will find me - when you’re fishing
You’ll be wondering - where I gone
I took a  walk to Bob’s  Pond
I took a walk to Bob’s Pond

At water’s edge - I contemplated
To jump right in - but I hesitated
I felt revived - I felt so strong
I took a  walk to Bob’s  Pond
I took a walk to Bob’s Pond
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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I WANNA BE CONNECTED
 

I’m looking for a socket
wanna get me some blues power 
I’m looking for a socket 
wanna get me some blues power
I need it quick 
preferably within the hour

I asked a passing stranger 
‘Where can I get turned on?’
asked a passing stranger 
‘Where can I get turned on?’
next thing Plain Clothed Police had me down the station
demanding to know 
what was going on

You see Sir, it’s quite simple 
I’m looking for some Blues Power to help my soul
you see Sir, it’s quite simple 
I’m looking for some Blues Power to help my soul
right now I’m so empty
my heart is one big hole.

WE NEED A SOCKET
WANNA GET US SOME BLUES POWER
WE NEED A SOCKET
WANNA GET US SOME BLUES POWER
WE NEED IT QUICK
PREFERABLY WITHIN THE HOUR!

I’ve  heard Eric Clapton, Peter Green, Gary Moore, Mick Taylor 
and heard how they’ve been affected
and I understand the blues of Buddy Guy, Albert Collins, Johnny  Copeland, 
Earl Hooker, Slim Harpo
and how 
Albert, Freddie and B.B. King got elected
I’m looking for some Blues Power 
I Just Wanna Be Connected!! 
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins         PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘LIFE’    VOTP  VOCD 023

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I WANNA STAY HERE
 

Don’t wanna go to the USA
don’t wanna go on a package holiday
don’t wanna be over there
I wanna stay here

Airport life is not for me
motorway drive or train journey
ain’t into ‘far’ I like it ‘near’
I wanna stay here

I like what I see in my small town
sun goes up and the sun goes down
sometimes cloudy sometime clear
I wanna stay here

I got legs if I wanna walk
telephone if I wanna talk
one thing that I must make clear
I wanna stay here
 

© 2001 Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024

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I WANT MY TEA
 

Get home early morning
and the gig’s gone well
left people screaming
somewhere between 
heaven & hell
now I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!
I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!

Stirred all the people
I stirred them good
Gave them all a nice time
like a true professional should
my cuppa tea!
I want my tea!
PG Tips
with digestive biscuit
the best thing of the night for me
is my cup of tea!

Now I like the silence.......
after all that jazz
in my little home
I call the House of Spazz
now I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!
I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!
the best thing of the night for me
is my cup of tea!

All that you can ask
In this crazy human race
Is a roof overhead
And a guaranteed parking space
and a cuppa tea! 
I want my tea!
some tea and milko
watching Sergeant Bilko!
the best thing of the night for me
is my cup of tea!

I’m appealing.... 
for some 
Darjeeling

some Earl Grey.... 
with a Milky Way

cup of tea.....
and some Garibaldi

my cuppa char....
with Camberwell Carrot jazz cigar

Assam....
With bread and jam

Or maybe some Green....
Whilst reading about the great Barry Sheene
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024

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J
 
 
 

JAZZ HAD A BABY (AND THEY CALLED IT AVANT- GARDE)
 

Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde 
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde 
you can play it where you want
but not in my back yard

Jazz had a baby
grew into a problem child 
Jazz had a baby
grew into a problem child 
from the cradle to old age
it’s been driving people wild

Be-bop 
Trad and Modern
Cool and Hot and Swing 
New Orleans
New York
Chicago
Jazz became the king 
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde 
you can play it where you want
but not in my back yard

Ragtime
Big Band
Fusion
Mainstream
Jumping Jive 
a different sound in every town
keeps the flame alive
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde 
you can play it where you want
but not in my back yard

Saxophone and trumpet
drums and piano 
when the jazz musician starts a war of attrition
it’s time for me to go 
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde 
you can play it where you want
but not in my back yard
 

© 1995   Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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L
 
 

LIKE JOHN LEE SAID
 

If something bad 
went on today
can’t be too bad
I still can breathe
I CAN STILL FIGHT!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
Like John Lee said 
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!

If I did wrong
I apologise
my head is high
my head is high 
I’LL GET IT RIGHT!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
Like John Lee said 
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!

Blues is a feeling
from top to toe
it’s so appealing
when that melancholy air comes wheezing
IT’S OUT OF SIGHT
I GOT DYNAMITE!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
Light up the night ! 
Fight the good fight! 
With all our might!
Like John Lee said 
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM   BOOM-BOOM   BOOM-BOOM-BOOM  BOOM! 
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins      PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’    VOTP  VOCD 002

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LOOKING FOR MR HAPPY
 

I’m looking for Mr Happy - ain’t seen him for a while 
I’m looking for Mr Happy - ain’t seen him for a while 
I’m looking for Mr Happy  - so I can raise a smile.
 

Has anybody seen him? - the man that makes you feel good
Has anybody seen him? - the man that makes you feel good
He’ll bring sunshine and roses - make you feel like a human being should.
 

If you see Mr Happy -  send him round to me
If you see Mr Happy -  send him round to me
I’m looking for Mr Happy I need him ASAP. 

RSVP.....
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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M
 
 
 

MY WATERS RUN CLEAR
 
 

Ain’t  got no Muddy Waters
ain’t got no smokestack lightnin’
but I got the blues
and I find it very frightening
but I’m a man
    that’s H.U.M.A.N.
but I’m a man
    that’s H.U.M.A.N.
but I’m a man
    that’s H.U.M.A.N.

Ain’t got no black cat bone
never heard a mojo wail
I can’t heal the sick
but I’m still a man
that’s G.U.Y. 
    (and it makes me wanna cry)
that’s G.U.Y. 
    (and it makes me wanna cry)
that’s G.U.Y. 
    (and it makes me wanna cry)
but I must never despair
long as my waters run clear

Don’t wanna be no catfish
ain’t never been in jail
I can’t raise the dead
but I’m still a man
    (that’s R.E.G.U.L.A.R.)
ain’t got no Don King Hair
and my waters run clear

I’m no hoochie coochie
I’m no Rolling Stone
I’m in touch with my baby
she got a mobile phone
yes, I’m a man
    (Y.U.P.P.I.E.)
yes, I’m a man
    (Y.U.P.P.I.E.)
yes, I’m a man
    (Y.U.P.P.I.E.)
I might be a profiteer
but my waters run clear

Ain’t going to Kansas City
I’d rather stay right here
ain’t got no front porch
with rocking chair
but I got the blues
I got the Blues B.A.D.
no muddy waters here
my waters run clear! 
 

© 1997 Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘LIFE’    VOTP  VOCD 023

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P
 
 
 
 

PISSED OFF BOY
 

When the fish don’t bite
And the birds don’t sing
When the match won’t strike
And the phone won’t ring
When the car won’t start
And the telly’s crap
In the Path of Life
Gone way off the map

And the bills keep coming
Coming one two threes 
Seem to come daily
Used to come quarterly 
And my children fight
Over Barbie Dolls 
Can’t get ahead
Can’t score no goals

I’m a Pissed Off Boy
    P. I. S. S. E. D.
I’m a Pissed Off Boy
    P. I. S. S. E. D.
I got misery

When the traffic’s jammed
And I’m late for work 
Getting honked behind
By a road rage jerk
Can’t go no faster
All the lights are red 
Don’t you wash my windscreen
Unless you want to be dead

I’m a Pissed Off Boy
    P. I. S. S. E. D.
I’m a Pissed Off Boy
    P. I. S. S. E. D.
I got misery
 

 © 1995  Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
     from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615
 

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POINTLESS ADORNMENTS
 

Twenty eight days a year 
I’m stuck on a train
leaving home 
coming back again
to pay for
     POINTLESS ADORNMENTS.... 
that I
stick on my house
    POINTLESS ADORNMENTS....
that I
drill on my walls
    POINTLESS ADORNMENTS.... 
like the
neighbours have 
Pebble Dashed....

Two weeks holiday
to get out of this hole
two weeks away
to purify the soul
because those
    POINTLESS ADORNMENTS..... 
that I
arrange on my porch
     POINTLESS ADORNMENTS.....
that I
attach to my car
    POINTLESS ADORNMENTS.... 
like the
neighbour’s made 
Double Glazed....

Forty paces round
my garden plot
can’t help seein’
what the neighbour’s got 
I’ve got
    POINTLESS ADORNMENTS..... 
like a
junked up shed
    POINTLESS ADORNMENTS....
bastard fox shit on my lawn 
I need
    POINTLESS ADORNMENTS....
like the
neighbours do 
Barbecue....
 

© 1997 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘SUBURBIA’    BABEL BDV 9926
 

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R
 
 
 

RESTING ON MY BED OF BLUES
 

Rain comes down
cold wind blows
no reason to go out
lying still 
on my own
full of fear and doubt
ain’t got dressed 
ain’t  had a shave
life’s my mistress 
I’m her slave
there ain’t nothing I can do
I’m 
resting on my bed of blues

There ain’t no bright light shining
through curtain crack
voices in the street
talk 
behind my back
I just can’t do anything
no point telephoning
there ain’t nothing worth connecting to
I’m 
resting on my bed of blues

Drifting in and out of sleep
nightmares are my dreams
dreamt I was the tortured soul 
in
Edvard Munch’s ‘Scream’
everything is black and white
there’s no colour in my life
there ain’t nothing I can do 
I’m
resting on my bed of blues
 

© 2000 Billy Jenkins  PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’    VOTP  VOCD 002
 

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S
 
 
 

sadtimes.co.uk
 

Trouble trouble trouble
trouble like you ain’t seen
brewing up inside of me 
like a tin of old baked bean
the only thing that gives me hope 
is knowing I can always get some rope
trouble trouble trouble
trouble like you never seen

Worry worry worry
is something I don’t lack
if it’s not my mind’s condition 
it’s my leg, shoulder or back
I never feel too well
feeling OK is Living Hell
worry worry worry 
is something I don’t lack

Sadness sadness sadness
sad times is my life
been together so many years
sad times became my wife
since the first night of our honeymoon
we’ve been alone together in the gloom
sadness sadness sadness
sad times is my life 
you hear what I say
I’m on
sadtimes.co.uk
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’    VOTP  VOCD 002
 

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SUBURBIA
 

Take down your burglar alarm
unlock your door
there’s no need to take any more
the fear of loss
need not boss
your way of doing things

It’s just charity
but you don’t know when they’ll take
what you lose
you’ll just have to make
treat your prison
with derision
exercise your right

Suburbia 
how I love you, how I love you
Suburbia 
there’s no stars above you
Suburbia
dormitory from life
Suburbia
margarine for the knife
Suburbia
Suburbia
a place to come from

Throw away those chains
turn off your TV
displacement
only lead to misery
but don’t despair
it’s a pied-à-terre 
could burn down any day

Suburbia 
how I love you, how I love you
Suburbia 
there’s no stars above you
Suburbia
dormitory from life
Suburbia
margarine for the knife
Suburbia
Suburbia
a place to come from
 

© 1995 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘SUBURBIA’    BABEL BDV 9926
 

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T
 
 

THE BLUES PRAYER
 

Our Bluesman,
Which art in Blues heaven,
Blues-ed be thy name.
Thy Bluesdom come.
Thy Blues be done,
In  Blues earth as it is in Blues heaven.
Give us this day our daily Blues.
And forgive us our three passing chords,
As we forgive those who pass three chords against us.
And lead us not into TheTemptations;
But deliver us from Crapsville:
For thine is the Bluesdom,
The Blues Power,
And the Blues glory.
For ever and ever.

Oh Yeah.
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
     unpublished
 
 
 
 
 

THE DUKE AND ME
 

Plates cleared from the table
children safe in bed
curtains drawn got my slippers on
time to chill my head
deadlock on the front door
sit down by the fire
got some blues on the stereo
or cool jazz if you desire
no I ain’t got no pop music
none of that children’s stuff
I got the Duke and me and Harry Carney
And I just can’t get enough

Mary Jane is smokin’
I’m feeling really fine
you’ve got your fags and your weekly mags
and Sainbury’s recommended wine
life could not be better
guarding the family
talking ‘bout the day gone by
and tomorrow’s itinerary
forgetting everybody
thinking ‘bout just us
and the Duke and me and Harry Carney
and I just can’t get enough

Will we stay together
when the kids leave home
are we friends forever
or will we die alone?
right now it don’t matter
roof over our head
and later on i’ll try and get it on
if I ever come to bed
leave me here to contemplate
and listen to some stuff
talking ‘bout the Duke and me and Harry Carney
and I just can’t get enough 
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins      PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’    VOTP  VOCD 002
 

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THE TIDE IS OUT
 

As the river
Goes to the ocean
It takes a part of  me
With the river
Goes my emotion
It’ll come back to me
 

The Tide is Out
I’m sad and  lonely
Can’t shout or
Sing no more
I’m floating on
A sea of  turmoil
Taking  me
Away from shore

As the sun leaves the  sky
Shadow grows from me
With the sun
Goes my daylight
It’ll rise eventually

The light has gone
My heart is cold
The beat is wrong
Mind is sore
Body moves
In slow motion
Can’t take it any more

The Tide Is Out
 

© 2004 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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THERE IS NO LORD UP THERE
 

When I was five or six
my grandma fell down a flight of stairs
when I was five or six
my dear grandma fell down a flight of stairs
I knew there and then
that there is no Lord up there

When I was eight or nine
my big sister got attacked
when I was eight or nine
my big sister got attacked
so when Jehovah come selling religion
I sell the blues right back

I had just turned twelve
when some bastard stole my bicycle
I had just turned twelve
when some bastard stole my bicycle
blood drain from my face
heart like an icicle

Yes there is no Lord up there
ask my Grandma, my sister or my bike
yes there is no Lord up there
ask my Grandma, my sister or my bike
yes there is no Lord up there

OH NO...........!
 

© 1995 Billy Jenkins  PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘LIFE’    VOTP  VOCD 023

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THIS IS A DAY TO FORGET
 

The train
ain’t in the station
there’s a three hour delay
the train
ain’t in the station
we’re on a red light miles away
now we sit tight packed with sweat 
this is a day to forget

Dirt
is smudged by rain
upon the window pane
and every quarter hour
guard tries to explain
why we ain’t there yet
this is a day to forget

Will I see my house
in twilights last gleaming?
will I be creeping in
when family are dreaming?
Ain’t no odds to bet
this is a day to forget
 

© 2001 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024
 

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THIS ROOM
 

This Room
Ain’t too well
This Room
Has a  smell
This  Room
Is a blunted knife
This Room
Has no life

These walls
Are closing
These walls
Suffocating
These  walls
Don’t look nice
These walls
Have no life

This house
Is built to last
This house
Will be my past
This  house
Don’t want me no more
I’m walking
Through the door

I’m walking....
 

© 2004 Billy Jenkins  PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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THROW THEM BLUES IN THE RECYCLING BIN

Gonna throw them blues– in the recycling bin
Gonna throw them blues – in the recycling bin
Gonna throw them blues – don’t want ‘em back again.

When you get the blues 
And bells begin to ring 
Stand on your two feet
And let the blues sing!
Gonna throw them blues – in the recycling bin
Gonna throw them blues – don’t want ‘em back again.

We don’t want them blues....
We’re gonna throw ‘em......
We’re gonna show ‘em
When the blues come I’m gonna know ‘em.......
And we’re gonna throw em.....
Where you gonna throw em...?
IN THE RECYCLING BIN!

© 2004 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘I AM A MAN FROM LEWISHAM’    VOTP  VOCD 105
 

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W
 
 

WHEN  MONEY’S  REALLY TIGHT
 

It’s been a long hard day 
Can’t wait to get home for a meal
Then bandleader says 
No cash 
Cheques is the way I deal

Too tired and poor for shopping
Air is turning stale
When money’s really tight 
Batteries begin to fail

You fumble through the front door 
Sit down on the settee
When money’s really tight 
Dinner is a 
Cook show on TV
 

© 2004 Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’    BABEL BDV 2450

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WHEN THE PARENTS COME TO STAY
 

When the parents come to stay  -  I feel unwell
When the parents come to stay  -  flowers don’t smell
When the parents come to stay  -  I want to run away.

The generation gap - is like the Grand Canyon
The generation gap - is like the Grand Canyon
Steradent, Analsol and TCP - are your bath time companions.

They fill your ears with kak - and don’t understand what you say
They fill your ears with kak - and don’t understand what you say
It’s like the Night of The Living Dead  -  When The Parents Come To Stay.....
 

© 1996 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
    from the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’  VOTP  VOCD 111 

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WHERE ARE YOU?
 

When I kissed you at the station 
and said that you would wait on 
my return and I discover
that you’ve found another lover
where are you? 
can’t get through 
on the phone

Can’t believe you’re disconnected 
when my heart’s been so affected 
now I need you here at home 
but you’re leaving me alone 
where are you? 
can’t get through 
on the phone

I’m not waiting to uncover
your sister or your brother
find your reckless silly mother 
I’m just looking for you 
my long lost lover 
where are you? 
can’t get through 
on the phone
 

© 1978   Ian Trimmer / Billy Jenkins    PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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WHERE DID I STAY LAST NIGHT?
 

Where did I stay
where did I stay last night?
where did I stay
where did I stay last night?
I wasn’t here this morning
but I saw this hotel room in early light

Yesterdays’ sweat
keeps me all alone 
yesterdays’ sweat
keeps me all alone 
to linger on the silence
like a deaf mute 
with an answer phone

Tomorrow I’ll be moving 
flying on a plane 
tomorrow I’ll be moving
flying on a plane 
I’ll be someplace else tomorrow
but this hotel room will still be the same

Where did I stay last night?
 

© 1995  Billy Jenkins   PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘S.A.D.’  Babel BDV 9615

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WHITE VAN MAN
 

White Van Man
in a 
white tin can
eating lunch
bread and spam
in a roadside Caff
off the A13
White Van Man
keep your van clean

Delivery
is his career
traffic jams
he just don’t care
his CV
reads A to B
who’d wanna be a
White Van Man?
who’d wanna be a
White Van Man?

King of the road
in red light bursts
when it’s green
he’ll take off first
loud music on
mouth Pepsi canned
Chicken Royalé
White Van Man
Chicken Royalé
White Van Man

Depot bound
all drops are done
with mobile phone
he plans his fun
one hand on wheel
one hand ‘Up Yours!’
he’s the Man!
White Van Man!
He’s the Man!
White Van Man!
 

© 1999 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
   from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’    VOTP  VOCD 024

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