Galloway's sore throat expectorant, After-shave and disinfectant

Falling on a bruise

Well I remember Micky Doyle, He shuffled off this mortal coil

It was midnight on the murder mile, Wilson Pickett's finest hour

Now, Sheriff Fatman started out in business as a granny farmer

I need a character witness Jesus I think I'm about to die

We're going down the tracks and off the page, Past the dole, The Silver Blades

I've teamed up with the hippies now, I've got my fringe unfurled

I'm going now to meet my maker, Ignition, clutch, accelerator

I'm going now to meet my maker, Ignition, clutch, accelerator

Awopbopaloobopalopbamboom!

R U B B I S H

And the coldest stream guards of them all, Sang God Save The Queen and Bloodsport For All

I James Robert Injustice, being of unsound body and mind, hereby bequeath all my worldly goods to anyone who wants 'em.

I've been run over by cars, And to prove it here's the scars, On my wrist

Give me the beat boy and free my soul, Fill my pockets up with gold

Disneyland or dipsomania, Pick a flavour

Galloway's sore throat expectorant, After-shave and disinfectant

And his poor, pathetic parents, So stricken with grief, That they've spelt his name wrong, On his funeral wreath!

Both my arms and legs, Are torn to shreds, My eyes are tired and grey

If your conscience fails you we can be your guide

Moonshine, firewater, Captain Morgan, Johnnie Walker

Mirror, signal and manoeuvre, Glory, glory, glory hallelujah!

The Final Comedown, It's a victory worth sharing

Here's the church, Here's the steeple, Open the doors, Where's all the people?

Parazone and Fairy Liquid, If it's in a glass, you'll drink it

This is my second to last will and testament, Only a rough draft, A handwritten estimate

Both my arms and legs, Are torn to shreds, My eyes are tired and grey

Galloway's sore throat expectorant, After-shave and disinfectant

The comfort and the joy, Of feeling lost, With the only living boy In New Cross

This is my second to last will and testament, Only a rough draft, A handwritten estimate

So I'm canceling my driving test, And walking back to happiness

Moonshine, firewater, Captain Morgan, Johnnie Walker

From the black bag skip in the parking lot, It's a short bad trip to the candy shop

Johnny Guitar, tell 'em where it goes

Look away George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Brother Jonathon

For a slice of life it's a bargain sale, The price is right but the bread is stale

Outside there's a blazing sun, It's a perfect day to drop the bomb

The good, the bad, the average and unique

R U B B I S H

Between the Open University and closedown, You were dead

Johnny Guitar, tell 'em where it goes

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, The big shop is open and the world is Wonderful

I'll leave a message on the fridge, And drive my car off London Bridge

You win some, And you lose some, But I've lost the will to lose, My part time job, My faith in God, Falling on a bruise

John Player Special Number 666

Yesterday they took away our bus stop, Today they'll try and take our happy home

Disneyland or dipsomania, Pick a flavour

Twenty four minutes from Tulse Hill let's go

Mirror, signal and manoeuvre, Glory, glory, glory hallelujah!