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There are jewels in the crown of England's glory,
And every jewel shines a thousand ways.
Frankie Howard, Noel Coward and garden gnomes,
Frankie Vaughan, Kenneth Horne, Sherlock Holmes,
Monty, Biggles and Old King Cole,
In the pink or on the dole,
Oliver Twist and Long John Silver, Captain Cook and Nelly Dean,
Enid Blyton, Gilbert Harding, Malcolm Sergeant, Graham Greene....
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All the jewels in the crown of England's glory,
Too numerous to mention, but a few,
And every one could tell a different story,
And show old England's glory something new.
Nice bit of kipper and Jack the Ripper and Upton Park,
Gracie, Cilla, Maxie Miller, Petula Clark,
Winkles, Woodbines, Walnut Whips,
Vera Lynn and Stafford Cripps,
Lady Chatterley, Muffin the Mule, Winston Churchill, Robin Hood,
Beatrix Potter, Baden-Powell, Beecham's powders, Yorkshire pud....
With, Billy Bunter, Jane Austen, George Formby, Billy Fury,
Uncle Mac, Mr. Pastry and all
Uncle Mac, Mr. Pastry and all
Chorus
Somerset Maugham, top of the form and the Boys' Brigade,
Mortimer Wheeler, Christine Keeler and the Board of Trade,
Henry Cooper, Wakey Wakey, England's labour,
Standard Vanguard, spotted dick, England's workers,
Ian Dury.
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There’s party going on in London, in Kent and Sussex too,
We’ve seen the fall of Thatcher, the demise of the Tory blue,
So let’s jump on public transport, and meet in Leicester Square,
‘cos the ladys not returning, and we don’t fucking care.
The sun was in love with Maggie, but Maggie didn’t love me,
Maggie was a Tory girl who shafted my country,
There may be tears in Grantham when we say our fond farewell,
‘cos she was the devil’s daughter, and I’m sure she’ll rot in hell.
Thatcher, Thatcher, Milk snatcher,
Thatcher, Thatcher, Milk snatcher,
Thatcher, Thatcher, Milk snatcher.
She stole my milk when I was five and moved to number ten,
Maggie loved the middle class, but hated Tony Benn,
Then she fucked the miners, brought the country to it’s knees,
and now she’s dead and buried, we’re so fucking pleased.
Thatcher, Thatcher, Milk snatcher,
Thatcher, Thatcher, Milk snatcher,
Thatcher, Thatcher, Milk snatcher.
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Day after day, they send my friends away, to mansions cold and grey,
to the far side of town, where the thin men stalk the streets,
while the sane stay underground.
Day after day, they tell me i can go,they tell me i can blow,
to the far side of town, where it's pointless to be high,
'cause it's such a long way down.
So i tell them that,
I can fly, i will scream, i will break my arm, I will do me harm,
here i stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall, I'm not quite right at all...am i?
Don't set me free, i'm as heavy as can be
just my librium and me
and my e.s.p. makes three
'cause i'd rather stay here, with all the madmen
than perish with the sadmen roaming free
and i'd rather play here, with all the madmen
for i'm quite content they're all as sane as me?
Day after day, they take some brain away, then turn my face around
to the far side of town, and tell me that it's real
then ask me how i feel?
don't set me free, i'm as helpless as can be
my libido's split on me
gimme some good 'ole lobotomy.
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Yesterday I had a chicken biryani,
Desperate to find a public W.C.
There ain’t no toilet paper and my bum was a mess,
I had to pinch a page from the Daily Express.
I came out the Karsi after having a slash,
Totally embarrassed ‘cos I had a damp patch,
Everyone was laughing and taking the mick,
I should have used the bog roll to dry off my dick.
Toilets, Toilets, you know what they’re for,
Toilets, Toilets, check the lock on the door,
Toilets, Toilets, it’s a natural thing,
Some people use the toilet just to gossip or sing.
Ladies get frustrated when they go to the loo,
‘cos they have to use the paper for a piss or a poo,
and then once a month, when the painters are in,
they dispose of their waste in the sanitary bin.
Have you ever used the toilet for some casual sex?
It’s cheaper than a hotel, no security checks,
So if there’s some commotion inside cubicle two,
I could be entertaining or just having a poo.
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It's getting late, have ya seen my mates?
tell me when the boys get here,
It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock,
gonna get a belly full of beer.
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys,
and my old lady, she don't care,
my sister look cute, in her braces and boots,
and a handful of grease in hair.
Don't give us none of your aggravation,
we've had it with your discipline,
'cos Saturday night's alright for fighting,
get a little action in.
Get about as oiled as a diesel train,
gonna set this dance alight,
'cos Saturday night's alright for fighting,
Saturday night's alright, alright alright.
Well it's packed pretty tight in here tonight,
I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right,
I'll spend a little to cash to get what I need,
and use a little muscle and shout, - she's with me.
A couple of the sounds that I really like,
are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike,
I'm a juvenile product of the working class,
whose best friend floats in a bottom of a glass.
Chorus
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Tomorrow Never Knows
02:41
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I've got a pocket full of nothing, to match my fucked up life,
I could be close to breaking, but love my kids and wife,
I'm claiming every penny, I can't see where it goes,
tonight we may go hungry, tomorrow never knows.
The car ain't got no petrol, tax or M.O.T.
I saw a money lender, but he just laughed at me,
I could resort to thieving, to help relieve my woes,
yesterday was painful, tomorrow never knows.
Ten o'clock, fall out of bed, have a fag, scratch me head,
a shit and shave then make a brew, ain't got fuck all else to do,
breakfast is a slice of toast, walk the dog, read the post,
Matthew Wright on Channel 5, ain't it great to be alive?
It ain't no laughing matter, when you're signing on,
every other Wednesday, treated like a con,
I've weighed up every option, this ain't the life I chose
day to day existence, tomorrow never knows.
Spent a penny, lost a pound, got that bug that's going round,
popped a pill to get a grip, get on board, abandon ship,
another brew just after four, same old bag I've used before,
I think I'll take an early bath, get a life, you're having a laugh!
I've got a pocket full of nothing, with no way out of debt,
final red reminders, the bank won't cash my cheque,
I'll try to raise a smile, or maybe just a grin,
'cos tomorrow never knows what another day may bring?
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D'ya wanna be in my gang? my gang? my gang?
D'ya wanna be in my gang? (oh yeah)
D'ya wanna be in my gang? my gang? my gang?
D'ya wanna be in my gang?
I'm a paedo, I'm a paedo,
I'm a paedaphilic man I am,
I'm a paedo, I'm a paedo,
I got my kicks in vietnam,
I can take you home every night, mum says it's alright,
I can make you jump up on my bed, give a little head.
They'll never believe it, they'll never believe it,
They'll never believe it, they'll never believe it.
D'ya wanna be in my gang? my gang? my gang?
D'ya wanna be in my gang? (oh yeah)
D'ya wanna be in my gang? my gang? my gang?
D'ya wanna be in my gang?
I'm a paedo, I'm a paedo,
A paedaphilic man I am,
I'm a paedo, I'm a paedo,
but now I've an exclusion ban.
Your'e too young to go on the pill, ooh what a thrill,
I can't put my finger up your hole, 'cos I'm on parole,
They'll never believe ya, they'll never believe ya,
They'll never believe ya, they'll never believe ya.
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Titty was a girl, barely fifteen,
She had her mind set, on the man of her dreams,
Coming home from school, on the 4 o’clock train,
she met a young lad, who said “Hello, I’m Wayne”
They arranged to meet for coffee on Saturday night,
But Wayne didn’t get, his timing right. And she said,-
Wayne Kerr, Where are you?
Wayne Kerr, you’re late,
Wayne Kerr, Where are you?
Please come quickly ‘cos you know I cannot wait?
Wayne’s worked at Tesco, since 2009,
Reading all the magazines, to help pass the time,
Hiding in the storeroom, a solo game of let’s pretend,
Whilst thinking about the things he do, with his new girlfriend,
The tannoy caller came out, loud and clear,
But Wayne was in heaven, so he didn’t hear! When she said,-
Chorus
On the day of their wedding, Titty looked divine,
Wayne told his best man, that the pleasure was all mine,
at the hotel reception, he couldn't believe his eyes,
there stood a page three model, of whom he often fantasised,
with an ounce or two of silver in the palm of his hand,
His newly wed wife, didn’t understand. Then she said,-
Chorus
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A hero soldier served his Queen,
Woolwich, London, SE18,
hacked to death, two on one,
murdered by extremist scum.
Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,
14:20, Wellington Street,
Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,
Never Surrender, Never forget!
Public outrage at their crime,
String 'em up, an eye for an eye,
Justice sucks, ya know what I mean,
he could have played sticks for Citizen Keyne!
Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,
14:20, Wellington Street,
Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,
Never Surrender, Never forget!
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Born in a city of tower blocks,
Alcatraz without the rocks,
sent to over-crowded schools,
beaten up if you broke the rules.
How our mothers sit and cried,
‘cos they know were gonna die,
we beat the boredom with slimming pills,
go to the seaside in stolen wheels.
They took away my liberty,
they took away my soul,
they tried to break the man in me,
and left me in a hole.
Bunk off school every other day,
If we get caught, they make us pay,
so we watch out for the boys in blue,
you never know who’s watching you.
Soldiers wearing pin striped suits,
want us to wear marching boots,
army life they say is fun,
clear the streets of all the young.
They took away my liberty,
they took away my soul,
they tried to break the man in me,
and left me in a hole.
National Service, hup two three four,
National Service, hup two three,
National Service, hup two, up two
could’ve made a man outta me.
We want you to go to war,
kill another country’s poor,
we are the class who fight their wars,
sometimes steal from department stores,
we are the class that their kind hate,
‘cos we live on council estates,
so they’ve invented a new state game,
playing soldiers is the name.
They took away my liberty,
they took away my soul,
they tried to break the man in me,
and left me in a hole.
National Service, hup two three four,
National Service, hup two three,
National Service, hup two, up two
could’ve made a man outta me.
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The A259
02:04
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Well if you, ever plan to motor west,
follow my way, along the downs way at its best,
take your time, along the A259.
Well it starts beyond Hastings in the East,
cross the marshes through Bexhill and Pevensey,
take your time, along the A259.
Eastbourne beach is so neat,
Beachy Head and Excete,
Seaford Town so pretty,
Newhaven, - such a pity,
then you’ll see, the cliffs at Telscombe,
and Saltdeans plush lido,
then on into Brighton,
not to mention Kemptown,
Hove, Portslade and Shoreham on Sea.
But after that, my directions start to flap,
after Worthing, I must consult the map.
Take your time, along the A259.
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A teenage murderer was sentenced for his crime,
with good behavior served a quarter of the time,
his victim never had a life, compared to mine,
‘cos this is England, this is England.
Bad news in the paper saw inflation on a high,
the bankers got their bonuses but god knows only why,
bailed out by the government, obliged to sell a lie.
‘cos this is England, this is England.
Is cruel Britannia dreaming ?
wake up, ‘cos England’s screaming,
no place for justice anymore.
Today I heard a story from a very dodgy source,
an M.P with his trousers down was covered up, of course,
photographic evidence but still showed no remorse,
‘cos this is England, this is England.
Somewhere in a factory on this god forsaken land,
the workers get a pittance for their bosses global plan,
production costs are minimal but retails for a grand,
‘cos this is England, this is England,
this is England, this is England,
this is England, this is England.
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Get ya motor runnin'
head out on the highway,
I'm searching' for adventure,
in whatever comes our way,
yea, darlin' gonna make it happen,
take the world in a love embrace,
fire all of your guns at once and,
explode into space.
I like smoke and lightning,
heavy metal thunder,
racing with the wind,
and feeling that i'm under,
yea, darlin' gonna make it happen,
take the world in a love embrace,
fire all of your guns at once and,
explode into space.
Born to be wild.
Born to be wild.
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Insane Society Royal Tunbridge Wells, UK
Insane Society have been around for about 18 years. The first three albums had Sheldon Hannaford on lead vocals. Steve and Wag are almost ever present and Chris is the 4th bassist following Stefan (died) Gavin (retired due to fatherhood) and JJ Kaos who is still playing bass for The Last Resort. Sheldon took a free transfer to Vicious Rumours in 2011 before being dropped. ... more
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