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billy jenkins with the blues collective

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Billy's Blues Lyrics

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Ain’t Gonna Play No Jazz No More

Badlands
Blues Is Calling Me
Blues Zero Two

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

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

Every Night You Turn Away
Everything’s Too Fast

First Day In Hell

Get The Poison Out
Give Me The Money Quick
Goodbye Blues

I Ain’t Going Yet
I Like Rain
I Love Your Smell
I Wanna Be Connected
I Wanna Stay Here
I Want My Tea
I’m Happy
I’m On A Island
I’m Staying In The Car
I’m Stuck On You
In My Bones

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

Like John Lee Said

My Waters Run Clear

Pissed Off Boy
Pointless Adornments

Resting On My Bed Of Blues

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The Duke And Me
The Tide Is Out
There Is No Lord Up There
This Is A Day To Forget
This Room

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

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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.....

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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

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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

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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

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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!’

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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.

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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

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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!

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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!

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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?

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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

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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

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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

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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?

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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.......

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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

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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 YEAH!
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH YEAH!
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH YEAH!

Just one last request
Before I’m laid to rest
There’s something I must stress
I Ain’t Going Yet.
OH YEAH!
I Ain’t Going Yet.
OH YEAH!
I Ain’t Going Yet.
OH YEAH!
I Ain’t Going Yet.
OH YEAH!

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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

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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

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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!!

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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

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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

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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....

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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

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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....’

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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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!

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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

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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....

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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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