are we rolling?
here we go then
and 1,2, 3
2, 2, 3
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 theres blood on every page
the diary ends in tears
1-2-3-4
and I wont forget the Strangler
hes a lesson to us all
a night in shinning armor
and nearly ten feet tall
I wont forget the 'Strangler
hes the Bournemouth Buckaroo
his freinds will always weep for him
and this I tell you true
I met him up in Finchly the man from TFA
he drove a balck three-tonner containing our PA
he wore a thousand earings and a diamond on his tooth
his multi-hued probosis betrayed a stormy youth
the 'Strangler on his roller-skates was over 6 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 sinse then
I only wish thered come a chance to do it all again
and I wont forget the Strangler
and nor will many more
salute the Mighty Strangelr
hear the might Strangler roar
I wont froget the Strangler
hes as volotile as wind
if no-ones getting loopy, then no-ones 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 thier crew
a gramm of wiz, a drop of vod, a can of special brew
from Spain to San Fransico we blazed the funky trail
with occational diosbursements to keep the Strangler out of jail
when we got to New York City we had to let him go
cose the dramas going on backstage were better than the show
and I wont forget |