The Lyrical Chain Game

the highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door

 

Stand and deliver
Your money or your life

 

He delivered up his golden store
But still she craved for one thing more
"That diamond ring that I see you wear
O hand it over
O hand it over and your life I'll spare"
"From a diamond ring I would not part,
For it's a token from my sweetheart"

 

Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man come riding by
Saying fair young maid will you marry me?
And this dear sir was her reply

Oh no dear sir I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though he's been gone for seven years
Still no man shall marry me

What if he's died all in some battle slain?
Or if he's drownded in the deep salt sea
What if he's found another love
He and his new love both married be?

Well if he's died all in some battle slain
Or if he's drownded in the deep salt sea
I'll remember his good name
And still no man shall marry me.

And if he's found some other love
He and his true love both married be
I wish them health and happiness
Where they now live all across the sea

He picked her up all in his arms
And kisses gave her one two and three
Saying weep no more my own true love
For I'm your long lost John Riley

 

Gordon is a moron

 

Flash! Ahhh, saviour of the universe!

 

there's a star man waiting in the sky

 

the sun machine is coming down
and we're gonna have a party
uh uh uh

 

and it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

 

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood

 

Muddy knees have got me all a quiver
Muddy knees have got me all aglow
Muddy knees have sent me for a paper
To a newsagent's near here that I know

 

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
waiting to take you away

 

And if these dreams find there way into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
I was somewhere inbetween

 

Coz I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner....

 

every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints

 

Dis policeman keeps on kicking me to death....

 

These boots are made for walking
And that's what they're gonna do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you ...

 

ain't nuthin' wrong with a bootycall
everybody like a bootycall

 

There's more to love I know
Than making love

 

... in the afternoon
with Cecilia up in her bedroom
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someones taken my place