Best lyric

You’re the reason I’m riding round on recapped tyres, an you’re the reason I’m hanging our clothes outside on walls and you’re the reason our kids are so ugly, little darling ah but looks aren’t everything and money isn’t everything, but I love you just the same. Loretta Lynn.
 
Somewhere deep inside, something's got a hold on you
And it's pushing me aside, see it stretch on forever
And I know I'm right, for the first time in my life
That's why I tell you.........You'd better be home soon......(Crowded House.....better be home soon)

All of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything...When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true.......... I was made for you......(Brandi Carlile.....The Story)

Wendy let me in, I wanna be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims, and strap your hands across my engines....(Springsteen...Born to run)
 
I drove my tractor through your haystack last night (ooh aah ooh aah)
I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet (ooh aah ooh aah)
Now something's telling me
That you'm avoiding me
Come on now darling you've got something I need
Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
 
And a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform shoes they don’t give a damn about any trumpet blowing band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole.
It’s platform soles 😜
 
Hey you, what you doing down there?
I were just tellin' the girls about our affair-
How you took me home a week last Sunday,
And how you made a mess before I got your knob out of your undies
 
Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
and so is Lola
la la la la Lola
 
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal
Oh the boys a slag, the best you ever had
The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem, aren't as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up....
 
I sing this to the missus when she's in a strop (quite often)

Well, now then, mardy bum
I've seen your frown and it's like looking down
The barrel of a gun and it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh, there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah
To get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
On a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
Well, now then, mardy bum
Oh, I'm in trouble again, aren't I?
I thought as much
'Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bare
Well, can't we just laugh and joke around?
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah
To get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
On a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
And, yeah, I'm sorry I was late
But I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh, when you say I don't care
But, of course I do, yeah, I clearly do
So laugh and joke around?
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah
To get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
On a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
 
Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
 
Great thread. Pity more didn't put the name of the band as well as the lyrics. Loads are familuar but have got me guessing


Just for You mull:


"To me, to you" The Chuckle Brothers


On a more serious note, you can't be this classic:


I never thought it would happen
With me and a girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said: "You are a lady"
"Perhaps" she said: "I may be"

We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
And little kicks inside her

This morning at four-fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The Devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
 
I sing this to the missus when she's in a strop (quite often)

Well, now then, mardy bum
I've seen your frown and it's like looking down
The barrel of a gun and it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh, there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah
To get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
On a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
Well, now then, mardy bum
Oh, I'm in trouble again, aren't I?
I thought as much
'Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bare
Well, can't we just laugh and joke around?
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah
To get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
On a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
And, yeah, I'm sorry I was late
But I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh, when you say I don't care
But, of course I do, yeah, I clearly do
So laugh and joke around?
Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah
To get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that
On a day like today
When you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
I bet that cheers her up 😂
 
Is that two ton Ted from Teddington who drove the baker's van? 😉

50 years old this year and still know all the lyrics. Classic.
My mum & dad bought me my first record player at Christmas 1971 - a little mono portable in a carry case. They also bought me five singles, that I still possess:

The Jungle Book - I wanna be Like You
Benny Hill - Ernie (the fastest...)
Slade - Cos I Luv You
The Newbeats - Run Baby Run
Johnny Congos - Tokoloshe Man
 
So think before you do what they say
It's your life so go your own way
Questions and answers, honesty, lies
Yes, no, you can't, but you can and you know why

Classic Sham 69
 
My name is Sue
How do you do

Not a country and western fan as a rule, but liked Johnny Cash
 
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Blackpool boys we are here
Shag your women
And drink your beer
Politically and socially wrong
Away from home late 70s was a great day out 🤭🍊⚽👍
 
I'll stab you in the eye yo,
With a ** biro,
The same ** biro,
You use to sign your giro.
You ** wino,
Or I'mma slap you so hard you think you'd be in Cairo.

Dolly Parton
 
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey,
You're as sweet as strawberry wine,
You're as warm as a glass of brandy.
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time.

Chris Stapleton
 
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