Lyrics:
Pier,
She said she could tell, I'm a Lad from Lancashire.
She said, "Are you a nudist?" So I blushed and said, "No fear".
I'm covered up like a Lad
that at any price
They soon made me change my name and a real proper Spaniard I became
Don Pedro, the great bull-fighting hero, the Lancashire Toreador.
man of an indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie's standing in
of date
Oh well
American trilogy in Lancashire pottery
American trilogy in Lancashire pottery
Is so fucking funny, don't you know
Is so fucking
cheerleader
When the tired cheerleader
Lucifer over Lancashire
The black girls
Shake the hedges
On this the hottest day for ages
Was that monsoon
Doctor had
Overweight and out of date
Oh well
American trilogy in Lancashire pottery
American trilogy in Lancashire pottery
Is so fucking funny, don't you know
on brand new soccer terracing seem to symbolise a clean shaven (city) New decadence. The Lancashire northern western quarter had seemed to materialise
Ooh don't like this song
Rhythm is so minimal
Ma'am dress 'em for you, son
Hate on me, not for long
Derbyshire, Lancashire, was the shit, was
a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes
a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes
and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes
a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes
and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
Ahh, ahh, ahh
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
Presenter Hello, good evening, and welcome to
'Blackmail'! And to start tonight's programme, we go to
Preston in Lancashire, and Mrs Betty Teal!
and I went into a dream
"Oh shit"
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather
Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love
and had a smoke,
and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though
and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
Ah, ah, ah
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes
and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes
and had a smoke,
and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though
and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes
Liptauer?
Wensleydale: No mousebender: Lancashire?
Wensleydale: No mousebender: White Stilton?
Wensleydale: No mousebender: Danish Blue?
Wensleydale: No
thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it
Takes to fill
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