Lyrics:
Do you know the old man
Who guards the city streets
Patrolling with his rifle
While the world is fast asleep
His campaign ribbons are fading on his chest
He thinks of his boy far away and the little ones at rest
Dad's army is our army old soldiers never die
Ready for the call to arms the twinkle in the eye
Dad's army is our army for when the battle's won
Shoulder to shoulder he'll be marching with his son
Have you seen the morning convoy
Just before it pulls away
Beneath the pork-pie hat is a little wisp of grey
The old blue eyes have seen it all before
They've seen the battles raging
In the Second World War
Dad's army is our army old soldiers never die
Ready for the call to arms the twinkle in the eye
Dad's army is our army for when the battle's won
Shoulder to shoulder he'll be marching with his son
Who's the lonely figure
Standing high upon the hill
Merging with the darkness
While the night is growing still
His bones are weary
But his soul is alight
Out there with his thoughts
Seeing through another night
Dad's army is our army old soldiers never die
Ready for the call to arms the twinkle in the eye
Dad's army is our army for when the battle's won
Shoulder to shoulder he'll be marching with his son
Well i thought about the army
Dad said, son you're fucking high
And i thought, yeah there's a first for everything
So i took my old man's advice
Three sad semesters
It was only 15 grand spent in bed
I thought about the army
I dropped out and joined a band instead
Grew a moustache and a mullet
Got a job at chick-fil-a
Citing artistic differences
The band broke up in may
And in june reformed without me
And they'd got a different name
I nuked another grandma's apple pie
And hung my head in shame
Been thinking a lot today
Been thinking a lot today
Oh, i think i'll write a screenplay
Oh, i think i'll take it to la
Oh, i think i'll get it done yesterday
In this time of introspection
On the eve of my election
I say to my reflection
God please spare me more rejection
'cause my peers they criticize me
And my ex-wives all despise me
Try to put it all behind me
But my redneck past is nipping at my heels
I've been thinking a lot today
I've been thinking a lot today
I've been thinking a lot today
I thought about the army...
Well I thought about the army,
Dad said, son you're fuckin high.
And I thought, yeah there's a first for everything,
So I took my old man's advice.
Well I thought about the army
Dad said, son you're fucking high
And I thought, yeah there's a first for everything
So I took my old man's advice
Three sad semesters
It was only fifteen grand spent in bed
I thought about the army
I dropped out and joined a band instead
Grew a mustache and a mullet
Got a job at chic-fil-a
Citing artistic differences
The band broke up in may
And in June reformed without me
And they'd got a different name
I nuked another grandma's apple pie
And hung my head in shame
I've been thinking a lot today
I've been thinking a lot today
Oh, I think I'll write a screenplay
Oh, I think I'll take it to LA
Oh, I think I'll get it done yesterday
In this time of introspection
On the eve of my election
I say to my reflection
God, please spare me more rejection
'cause my peers, they criticize me
And my ex-wives all despise me
Try to put it all behind me
But my redneck past is nipping at my heels
I've been thinking a lot today
I've been thinking a lot today
I've been thinking a lot today
I thought about the army...
I was born right here, November forty three
Dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily
My poor little momma
Didn't know a soul in L.A.
I was born right here, November forty three
Dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily
My poor little momma
Didn't know a soul in L.A.
(Chatter)
You must've seen it, the boy in the white shirt
You want a fight? Yeah, you and whose army?
The people is bigger than the People's Army
My dad is bigger than your dad, and one day, one day
Raw and angry in front of the enemy
So it's turn back or kill.
Me and Clef on this track what you want
Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't
Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk (huh)
Sound like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk
I drink that Dom Perignon (oh)
I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh)
I got that red eye bomb, get you stoned (yeah)
I got them gunshots, head knock 'til my bed stop
Hey, I'm from a place called New Jersey, they call it the New Jersey land
I'm only here for one night girl, I'm on the plane tomorrow
But I love the way you move girl and do that belly dancin
So let's play you're my teacher and won't you give me my first lesson
I teach you what you want (oh yeah)
The things you need to know (oh yeah)
Come in and shut the door (yeah)
Lets get this party goin (uh huh)
Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs
In the mornin, in the evenin
In the nighttime, gotta have it
It's a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin another language
Bo, Habibbi, Nishtage'a
It's official raise your glasses
Cause this party gonna go to Damascus
Yeah, she said her dad's in the Army and he's the number one sniper
And if he ever found out, he'd have me swimmin with the fishes in the water
Now I'ma say somethin crazy girl, I love you
I know we meetin for the first time in the club, but this feels like a deja vu
I teach you what you want (oh yeah)
The things you need to know (oh yeah)
Come in and shut the door (yeah)
Lets get this party goin (uh huh)
Baby let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs
In the mornin, in the evenin
In the nighttime, gotta have it
It's a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin another language
Bo, Habibbi, Nishtage'a
It's official raise your glasses
Cause this party gonna go to Damascus
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta have it
W-Y to the Clef
Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest (yeah)
"Milk does your body good," come on take a sip
Like, it taste good don't it
You's a fine dreadlock, come on get
How many times Missy crushed the very best?
There was a pretend battle in nineteen forty two
The Torquay home guard knew what they had to do
To defend their town from a mock invasion
For the regular army it was a strange occasion
A weekend long defence of the town of Torquay
Colin Ross remembers the event quite clearly
The residents of Torquay carried on regardless
The antics of the army were considered harmless
The funk hole myth you had better not believe
The national newspapers were out to deceive
The pupils of St Olaves sided with the home guard
For the regular army they had very little regard
Being quite annoying as they mingled with the troops
The schoolmates spying on the men in many groups
Amongst all the tragedy there was farce
Like a scene from Dad's Army common sense was rather sparse
Colin thought the army cheated quite a bit
He remembers how one teacher complained about it
A referee disallowed a home guard victory
It was a successful ambush in the town of Torquay
The funk hole myth you had better not believe
The national newspapers were out to deceive
Well I thought about the army,
Dad said, son you're fuckin high.
And I thought, yeah there's a first for everything,
So I took my old man's advice.
well, he's dead famous now and he's dead and he's fa
He's more famous now like
He's dead like you know, that's what it's all about like
It's fuckin' simple economics
They reckon bob marley's dead but he's not, man,
Cause he was on the TV last night, man
Just don't lie to me, man
I thought I was havin' a go at an overdose,
But I I I don't think you can overdose on beechams flu plus
I think one of the blokes off of dads army is still alive,
I think he's bumming martin in eastenders innit?
I'll get the ropes, and we'll tie them to the walls,
And we all jump off at the same time and break our necks
And we'll make at least 13 quid and you
Knows we'll be famous like fuckin' Gandhi
Or like the bloke off that sex film we seen
Your mom, your mother was
a queen, a whore
the one who swapped your decency for drinks
your dad
an army’s crap the greatest cowards
facing the trouble away! He just quit and left you away!
Your mom, your mother was
Someone you really hated you wanted to hide the pain
your dad
who hit you with no reason why
facing the trouble away!
When I was straight
Guys had wit
And chicks had shapes
When I was straight
No one told me it was just a phase
When I was straight
Guys had wit
And chicks had shapes
When I was straight
I would get free drinks on dates
Mom invited my boyfriend for dinner
Dad told stories from his army team
Smiled and patted him on the shoulder
Made him get the biggest piece of meat
When I was straight
I already used to listen to Tribe 8
When I was straight
No one told me it was just a phase
Mom invited my boyfriend for dinner
Dad told stories from his army team
Smiled and patted him on the shoulder
Made him get the biggest piece of meat
When I was straight
I wouldn't have to come out everyplace
When I was straight
Public affection wasn't faced with hate
Intro:
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Verse 1:
I just pray to the Lord then I crashed it
Straight into a pagan’s party
Dem man were talking politics
But didn’t mention the people’s army
Cause da policy day sets barmy
Wrapping up blacks like a bacon sarnie
Ma bredrins been on tag so long
He was free when they shot dad’s army
No blacks just whites
and the TV was black and white
Racial tensions was high when it came to
Black and white
But if man’s gang like Morrisons
And his trill i'll back a white
A know BRUDDAs involved with black juuj
A know BRUDDAs dat’s pebblin’ white
Woo
I used to pray to the Lord for a time like this
Black Lives Matter had Parliament Square looking like a Nollywood flick
Everybody wanna protest wanna join Drilly
Now that politics looks lit
Everybody wanna scream out
Boris is a pu**yhole cause he’s a racist prick
They have a Nigerian interest
In money and gadgets
Boris said that Anti Racism Orwelian
Should get axed
Boris said that
I feel uncomfortable when I see kids
And they’re black
Boris said that
Chorus:
As said
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Pu**yHole
Pu**yHole
As said (crowd)
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Boris is a Pu**yHole
Verse 2:
Locked my Killy they got him on attempted
Boris Johnson said my words are offensive
Roll on the op block moving offensive
Evict all da ni**as that’s moving defective
First point of call wen Drilly is elected
How they gon try say man should be sectioned
Don’t want politicians in ma section
Trapping ain’t dead and I swear that to section
More horsepower than a wild wild western
3 for 50 if a man's family
and 3 for 60 if a don’t know them
Scurr in da whip move dat like it’s stolen
So many bootings I was involved in
Live by loyalty and it ain’t broken
Man can’t see me and say they ain’t voting
What are you snorting or what are you smoking?
Wouldn't it be neat
If this Great Value Third Reich
With its little army of dads
In painball vests
Could stop pretending like anyone needs their permission to exist?
Nobody fuckin' asked you
So sit your Star-Bellied Sneetch asses down
I was born right here, November '43
My dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily.
My poor little momma
Didn't know a soul in L.A.
My dad left the army
It never left him
My dad came home safely
But the war raged on within
I heard him scream at night
By daytime
He screamed at my mistakes
It has always been this way
It's no use to play the blaming game
Just a way to dull the pain
Hoping still, it goes away someday
A child born out of necessity
Will always unconsciously feel guilty
A child born to claim a victory
Will never fully understand the idea
Of being free
I crept under tables
I hid in the hall
I learned to keep quiet
And to make my body small
I heard my mother cry
By daytime, she simply sighed
It has always been this way
It's no use to play the blaming game
All those years, I tried and tried
To keep all my fears so deep inside
I tried
A child born out of necessity
Will always unconsciously feel guilty
A child born to claim a victory
Will never fully understand the idea
Of being free
Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel and giving up all that I am
And selling all my tools of the trade and coming up with a different plan
I could gather just the things I need and put them in my dads old army pack
And wave goodbye and thumb on down the road with all I own strapped on my back
I could change my name and cut my hair and leave behind the only life I know
And burn all of my memories and sell all of my stuff and things and go
I could try and find some work somewhere maybe on a boat out in the sea
But I'm just dreaming big I'd probably wind up flying signs in Tennessee
When I was four years old my mama told me son don't give up on your dreams
Cause quitters never get the chance but I'm still just spinning wheels at least it seems
I put in ten million hours and I'm still under the flowers with the weeds
Well maybe I am dirt getting stepped on covered up with fallen leaves
Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel and giving up all that I am
I've spent ten million hours working blisters on my hands for uncle Sam
The one thing that I learned is that a man can work himself into the ground
And true love does exist it's on the cross I once was lost but now I'm found
But when it comes to working at the job that I have now
Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel
I've spent ten million hours and sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel
Invited and the shame is gone
Folly needle will thread me to you
But forgot to cover all of my tracks
And then clarity when I heard
When I heard
Hear knocking on the door, frantically I slipped on out
Scantily clad, I'm praying it isn't her dad
Handle is turning, I'm stuck in frozen motion
This is it, I think I've had a good run at it
Invited and the shame is gone
Folly needle will thread me to you
Forgot to cover all of my tracks
And then clarity when I heard
Knocking on the door, frantically I slipped on out
Scantily clad, I'm praying it isn't her dad
Handle is turning, I'm stuck in frozen motion
This is it, I think I've had a good run at it
Do yo thang
Invited and the shame is gone
Folly needle will thread me to you
But forgot to cover all of my tracks
And then clarity at the worst of times
Scantily clad
Caught in the act
'Cause no one can outrun
An army dad
Oh
Hear knocking on the door, frantically I slipped on out
Scantily clad, I'm praying it isn't her dad
Handle is turning, I'm stuck in frozen motion
But this is it, I think I've had a good run at it
The kids destroyed my notebook
So the lyrics might be wrong
Dad was in the army
They sent him off to fight
He came back and got married to my mom
We ended up alright
He kept pushin' on
He kept pushin' on
Mama had two babies
Who did not live a year
But she just kept on tryin' to make love
I guess that's why I'm here
She kept pushin' on
She kept pushin' on
She kept pushin' on
She kept pushin' on
She kept pushin' on
She kept pushin' on
Is it even worth it
To sing you my new song?
Oh, what a waste of time
I know that everyone becomes someone else
Underneath the city lights
Oh, I'm sure your fine
Cos i'll die with the gun that i got from my dad
Instead of an army knife
So i flip on the tv
And my life is over
He's reeling me in
And i know that i'm not sober
But i really hope you know
That i would never wanna hurt you
And i know i said we're over
But honey i know that you bleed
Cos honey i bleed to
Cos i'll die with my hands
wrapped round a cross
Cos the reverend always said
That there was no point saving me
So i'll do what you want no love is lost
When the lights start to flash it's a sign of god
My fathers baby fisher
My mothers only son that doesn't want to be
The hole keeps getting deeper
My brothers out there somewhere and he's prospering
I keep biting the gun
As if it's all that's ever been in my mouth
And as i turned the tv on
I realised i was famous and i fucking hate it
i know that i'm not sober
But i hope you know
That i would never try to hurt you
And i know i said we're over
But honey i know that you bleed
Cos honey i bleed to
But i'll start seeing crosses in the house
And convince myself that i just spoke to god
And i'll carry the army knife around
Unlucky hands but i'll still take the cards i've got
Timmy tucker was a friend of mine
He came from a long line of geeks
His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
His mama's name was annabelle
And his daddy's name was zeek
But he could throw them horseshoes man
He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
Timmy was a different sort
He wasn't like his dad or mom
They wanted him to grow up
Just like his older brother tom
Timmy'd get so close, so close
So close, but not very long
Couldn't even score a point
In hand grenades or atom bombs
Alone and tired he walked the streets
Of downtown exeter
With a pocket full of rusted change
A transcendence did occur
Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer
He should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiter
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Timmy finally freed himself
From the onus he called dad
He'd let the army teach him a trade
Surveying was his bag
Sergeant goat lips was an evil man
Cause his wife was a wretched hag
Timmy blinked and opened his eyes
He was washing pots
With an army rag
Our hero's life turned olive drab
He was cast into a four year hell
Livin' in barracks with forty men
His loins did ever swell
Timmy took a walk outside
Lordy, lordy, lord he fell
A rock was tossed into his retina
His eye was an empty shell
With a check and a discharge
He just hopped on the nearest bus
Went down to Tijuana
Got a nasty case of pus
Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer
He should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiter
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
(part of first verse repeated)
Timmy tucker was a friend of mine
He came from a long line of geeks
His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man
He was a horseshoe throwin' freak
Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer
He should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiter
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
Poor, poor, Timmy tucker
There's nothing but embers
We needed the closure
As night follows day
The sadness ensues
Phil, I got sober
And I stopped loving you
You took me for granted
I took you as a fool
We wanted the good life
End up like Patti and Tommy
My mom was a good wife
My dad joined the army
Phil, we'd never be them
An unfortune truth
You wanted perfection
I couldn't be that for you
So if you love me and mean it
You'll let me go, on my terms, for good
It's not the way I thought we would end it
But I enjoyed the ride, you should
Head back to Boston
Say Maria sends love
I was younger and careless
I treated life like a movie
I thought that you would be James Dean
I thought that you would see through me
I learned things never work out
The way you think they should
I treated love as a failsafe
I kept you 'round my spool
So when the rain washes my steps
And you sleep alone in bed
Will you tie it together to me with your
Immaculate thread
Am I the sad songs that you sing?
I came to your house, nice dinner to eat
Your mommy and daddy asked me to take a seat
You look so delightful, so pretty and glad
Can't wait to hear another army story from your dad
They don't even know they all gonna die
But at first i would try your mom's apple pie
Get drunk with your dad in front of fireplace
cnd then I'd erase you and whole human race
Fuck it!
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