Are we rolling? Here we go then And one, two, three, Two, two, three
A boy was born to Jack and Marge in 1951 And what is love, is love, is love And what is done, is done The baby grew in size and rage Beyond his normal years And when there's blood on every page The diary ends in tears
One, two, three, four, And I won't forget the strangler He's a lesson to us all A knight in shining armour And nearly ten feet tall I won't forget the strangler He's the Bournemouth Buckaroo His friends will always weep for him And this I tell you true
I met him up in Finchley the man from TFA He drove a black three-tonner containing our PA He wore a thousand earrings and a diamond on his tooth His multi-hued proboscis betrayed a stormy youth The strangler on his roller-skates was over six foot ten He had a double set of documents in the names of other men Been on the road or off the road a thousand times since then I only wish there'd come a chance to do it all again
And I won't forget the strangler And nor will many more Salute the mighty strangler Hear the mighty strangler roar I won't forget the strangler He's as volatile as wind If no one's getting loopy, then no one's getting chinned
Later in the saga, we come to chapter two Of big Pete Rush the strangler, the Bournemouth Buckaroo We hit the road together, the Blockheads and their crew A gram of whiz, a drop of vod, a can of special brew From Spain to San Francisco we blazed a funky trail With occasional disbursements to keep the strangler out of jail When we got to New York City we had to let him go 'Cos the dramas going on backstage were better than the show
And I won't forget the strangler And this point we drift apart He said you placed a dagger now Right in my strawberry tart Full bound for death or glory And worth his weight in gold When the devil made the strangler, he threw away the mould
These are the scars of the life that I lead The veins are from drink and the nose is from speed A Stanley knife here which had me well geed Do I get cut and do I not bleed? Each purple patch upon my face Shall rudely chart my fall from grace I will not pass the Loving Cup until the patches all join up
Then Jenny came and told the news that big Pete Rush had died And me and Baxter were so sad, it was a pity how we cried The mighty sulphate strangler was the last one of his breed Now he's got a white three-tonner and he's knocking out Godspeed
And I won't forget the strangler And nor will many more Salute the mighty strangler Hear the mighty strangler roar I won't forget the strangler He's as volatile as wind He takes the world's encumbrance When it wasn't him who sinned
I won't forget the Strangler I wish he hadn't died Now he's hanging out with Lynott across the great divide I won't forget the strangler He's worth his weight in gold When the devil made the strangler he threw away the mould
I won't forget the Strangler I won't forget the Strangler I won't forget the Strangler I won't forget the StranglerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
