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Once upon a time
In a faraway land Lived a villain called Flash He was such a wicked man He terrorized the people He broke arms and crushed hands He ruled with a fist and he purchased all the land Then he plowed up the fields and cut down the trees For property speculation And he did it all for a pot of gold And for his own preservation The people were scared They didn't know where to turn They couldn't see any salvation From the hoods and the spivs And the crooked politicians Who were cheating and lying to the nation Save the fields and the trees And give them back to the nation Bring the government down A new leader must be found For the sake of preservation He said he did it to help us all And did it for the good of the nation But he did it for a pot of gold And for his own preservation When money is evil And power is corrupt The devil moves in and takes over Mr. Flash broke his word And now he's got to pay For his crimes and his lies and his evil ways And it's gonna get rough And it's gonna get rough It's a crime and a sin that no one can win In a story of self preservation |
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Daylight over the Village Green early in the morning.
Daylight over the hills and valleys heralding the morning. Daylight over the mountains, daylight on the Village Green, Daylight over the field and the factories. Another night has gone away and here comes yet another day. See the early morning risers walking round with bleary eyes. Worn out housewives grit their teeth ignoring new born babies' cries. Look at all the busy people this way, that way, everywhere Biting toast and swallowing tea and breakfast specials on the air. Feel that daylight. Feel the sunlight on my pillow and it stops my yawing. I thank God that I'm still around to see another dawn in. Daylight over the valleys, daylight lighting up the trees, Daylight over the hillside, Smile a smile and sing a song, another night has been and gone. Middle-aged bankers crack their backs and wish they were young and in their teens, Lonely spinsters dream of dating Roger Moore or Steve McQueen. Health fanatics in their attics training for the Empire Games, School boys dream of Captain Scarlet, battle ships and aeroplanes. Feel that daylight, Daylight. Daylight on the Village Green, Daylight, Field and the valleys, Daylight. |
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(Sung by The Tramp)
Once under a scarlet sky I told you never ending lies, But they were the words of a drunken vagabond Who knew very well he would break your heart before long Oh forgive me Genevieve. Now I've come back to see Sweet Lady Genevieve, This time I'll give you some security And I will make promises I can keep So will you come back to me Sweet Lady Genevieve. Let me rock you, hold you, Take you in my arms. Forgive me, please, Smile away all your sadness, put your trust in me. Oh if you come back to me Sweet Lady Genevieve, I'm not the impetuous fool you used to know I know that I used you and I hurt you so, But that was so long ago Sweet Lady Genevieve. Oh, love me, Take me in your arms. Let me rock you, hold you, Smile away all your sadness, put your trust in me. Once under a starry sky I led you on and told you lies Drank too much whiskey on that hot summer night. I acted so slyly because you were acting so shy, Oh forgive me Genevieve. If you come back to me Sweet Lady Genevieve, You're not the child who smiled so innocently And I'm not the rogue that I used to be, So will you come back to me Sweet Lady Genevieve. Oh Genevieve, Oh Genevieve. |
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(Sung by Working Class Man, Middle Class Man and Upper Class Man)
I'm just a simple working man Gettin' by the best I can In this crazy mixed-up muddled-up world that I live in. I'm a middle class sort of a guy I'm not rich but I get by Pretending that I know just what I'm doin'. I'm a well bred upper class sort of chap, I don't care much about this and that Even when I know there's trouble brewin'. We think there's a change in the weather We've got to learn to stick together. We've seen the thunder clouds in the sky, I wanna live, I don't wanna die. I think the weather's changing, I hope the weather is gonna change. I hope it's a change for the better and it will brighten up my day. I think there's a change in the weather, I hope good weather is here to stay, I hope it's a change for the better and it will brighten up my day. See the holocaust risin' over the horizon, Gonna see a manifestation, total chaos, devastation, Anticyclone and tornados brewin', Gonna feel the lightnin' strikin', Thunder clap smoke a frightnin', There's gonna be evil doin', There's trouble brewin', Everybody scared, Too much thunder, too much fightin'. Heavy storm clouds comin', Gonna cover up the sun And gonna terrify everyone, Better pack up your bags and run. I think there's a change in the weather, I think the weather is going to change. I hope it's a change for the better and it will brighten up my day. I think there's a change in the weather, I hope good weather is here to stay. I hope it's a change for the better and it will brighten up my day. |
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(Sung by Johnny Thunder and Chorus)
See Johnny Thunder sitting on his motorbike Riding along the highway, Rock and Roll songs from the nineteen-fifties Buzzing around in his brain. Johnny Thunder he's one of the original bebop generation And he's got no time for complicated music or too much sophistication. He's one of the survivors, The motorbike riders. You ought to see Johnny Thunder riding down the highway One of the rock and roll survivors, Twelve bars flowing through his brain. He digs Jerry Lee Lewis, Dion and The Belmonts, And Johnny and The Hurricanes. He plays Hound Dog, Oh Boy, and Great Balls of Fire And Boppin' At The High School Hop. And he's got no time for phonies or posers 'Cos they don't know how to reel and rock. and he plays Little Egypt and Ooh Poo Pah Doo, And he plays Poison Ivy and Blue Suede Shoes, The Hollywood Argyles, Danny and The Juniors, Dion and The Belmonts, Johnny and The Hurricanes. He's one of the survivors, The boppers and the jivers, Yeah and he rocks all day. Johnny and The Hurricanes, Johnny and The Hurricanes. Got my freedom riding along the freeway. I ride a hundred miles an hour but I don't mess up my D.A. Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n' roll. You can't stop rock 'n' rollin' music play. (repeat last two lines) Feel those vibrations flow in my brain. Got my freedom riding down the highway, Keeps me sane, feel alive, I'm one of the survivors. Feel all right. First gear, second gear, third gear, fourth gear, all right. Old Johnny Thunder looks a little overweight, And his sideburns are turning grey. But he still likes to bebop, boogie and jive To his worn out seventy-eights. Johnny Thunder. He's alright. He's one of the survivors, Twelve bars flowing through his brain, Jerry Lee Lewis, Dion and The Belmonts, Johnny and The Hurricanes, Johnny and The Hurricanes |
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(Sung by The Vicar)
Some people say that life is a game, well if this is so I'd like to know the rules on which this game of life is based. I know of no game more fitting than the age old game of cricket It has honour, it has character and it's British. Now God laid down the rules of life when he wrote those Ten Commandments And to cricket those ten same rules shall apply. Show compassion and self-righteousness and be honest above all And come to God's call with bat and ball. Now the Devil has a player and he's called the Demon Bowler, He's shrewd, he's rude and he's wicked. He is sent by Sinful Satan and he's out to take your wicket And you know that that's not cricket. He'll baffle you with googlies with leg breaks and offspin But keep a level head and don't let that demon in. So keep a straight bat at all times, let the Bible be your guide And you'll get by, yes you'll get by. All through your life he'll try to bowl you out Beware the Demon bowler. He's crafty and deceitful and he'll try to L.B.W., And bowl a maiden over. The Devil takes the weak in spirit and so we must always be courageous And remember that God is on your side. So keep old Satan in your sights and play the straight and narrow line And you'll get by, yes you'll get by. |
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(Sung by Chorus and Scared Housewives)
You'd better run, you'd better fly. Hide your daughters, hide your wives. Lock your doors and stay inside Here comes Flash. There's no way that you can win, You must obey his every whim, Or else he's going to do you in. Here comes Flash. He will smile at you, be a friend to you, Then he's gonna screw you just like that. He is going to use you, his heavies will abuse you, And then he's gonna lean on you, Here comes Flash. He is gonna rough you up, Duff you up and touch you up, And then he's gonna screw you up. Even though he's mean on you, There's nothing else that you can do Just sit back and take his abuse. He will smile at you, be so sweet to you. Then he's gonna cheat on you. You'd better run, you'd better fly. Hide your daughters, hide your wives. Lock your doors and stay inside. Here comes Flash. Once we loved and trusted him, Now his thugs and bullies make us live in sin. They suppress us, oppress us, molest us, possess us. You'd better run, you'd better fly. Hide your daughters, hide your wives. And lock your doors and stay inside. He will smile at you, be a friend to you, Then he's gonna screw you just like that. You'd better run, you'd better fly. Hide your daughters, hide your wives. And lock your doors and stay inside. Here comes Flash. There's no way that you can win, You must obey his every whim Or else he's going to do you in. Here Comes Flash. Here Comes Flash. |
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(Sung by The Tramp)
I'm sitting by the side of a river Underneath the pale blue sky I've got no need to worry, I'm in no hurry I'm looking at the world go by. Just sitting in the midday sun, Just soaking up that currant bun, With no particular purpose or reason Sitting in the midday sun. Everybody say I'm lazy They all tell me get a job you slob, I'd rather be a hobo walking round with nothing Than a rich man scared of losing all he's got. So I'm just sitting in the midday sun Just soaking up that currant bun, Why should I have to give my reasons For sitting in the midday sun Oh look at all the ladies Looking their best in their summer dresses, Oh sitting in the sun. I've got no home, I've got no money But who needs a job when it's sunny. Wah Wah. I haven't got a steady occupation And I can't afford a telephone. I haven't got a stereo, radio or video A mortgage, overdraft, a bank loan. The only way that I can get my fun Is by sitting in the midday sun With no particular purpose or reason Sitting in the midday sun. Oh listen to the people, Say I'm a failure and I've got nothing, Ah but if they would only see I've got my pride, I've got no money, But who needs a job when it's sunny. Wah Wah. Everybody thinks I'm crazy, And everybody says I'm dumb, But when I see the people shouting at each other I'd rather be an out of work bum. So I'm just sitting in the midday sun Just soaking up that currant bun, With no particular purpose or reason Sitting in the midday sun. |
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(Sung by Flash and his Cronies in their Den)
I spy with my little eye Anything here that I can buy. I see a little thatched cottage Looking so neat With compulsory purchase we can buy it up cheap. Then we'll pull up the floor boards, Knock down the walls, Rock the foundations, Until the house falls. Like a pack of cards, Crashing to the ground. Then we'll build a row Of identical boxes And sell them all off at treble the profits. Demolition. The deeds are in my pocket, I've got a contract in my hand. An opportunity for luxury living. I'll arrange the mortgage To be repaid a hundred percent. I can't wait around so make your decision. We'll buy up all the cottages And every house and every street, Until we've got everything we need. Every town in the vicinity, Every farm and village green. We're gonna buy up everything, Then it's Demolition. Demolition. Demolition. Two up, two down, It hasn't got a garden, But it's got a lovely patio. Stainless steel kitchen sink, Gas fired central heating, Whaaa -- specifically designed for modern-day living, Nothing's permanent and nothing lasts, We've sold all the houses so put 'em up fast. We're gonna buy up this town And pull it all down. How I love to hear the demolition sound Of concrete crashing to the ground. Demolition. It's time to make some money, It's time to get rich quick. It's the wonderful world of capitalism. I've got to make a profit, I've got to satisfy my greed, It's my faith and my religion, Demolition. Demolition. Demolition. And we'll buy up the towns, And we'll knock 'em all down Build a brand new world of our own. (repeat) |
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(Sung by Johnny Thunder and Chorus)
See Johnny Thunder sitting on his motorbike Riding along the highway, Rock and Roll songs from the nineteen-fifties Buzzing around in his brain. Johnny Thunder he's one of the original bebop generation And he's got no time for complicated music or too much sophistication. He's one of the survivors, The motorbike riders. You ought to see Johnny Thunder riding down the highway One of the rock and roll survivors, Twelve bars flowing through his brain. He digs Jerry Lee Lewis, Dion and The Belmonts, And Johnny and The Hurricanes. He plays Hound Dog, Oh Boy, and Great Balls of Fire And Boppin' At The High School Hop. And he's got no time for phonies or posers 'Cos they don't know how to reel and rock. and he plays Little Egypt and Ooh Poo Pah Doo, And he plays Poison Ivy and Blue Suede Shoes, The Hollywood Argyles, Danny and The Juniors, Dion and The Belmonts, Johnny and The Hurricanes. He's one of the survivors, The boppers and the jivers, Yeah and he rocks all day. Johnny and The Hurricanes, Johnny and The Hurricanes. Got my freedom riding along the freeway. I ride a hundred miles an hour but I don't mess up my D.A. Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n' roll. You can't stop rock 'n' rollin' music play. (repeat last two lines) Feel those vibrations flow in my brain. Got my freedom riding down the highway, Keeps me sane, feel alive, I'm one of the survivors. Feel all right. First gear, second gear, third gear, fourth gear, all right. Old Johnny Thunder looks a little overweight, And his sideburns are turning grey. But he still likes to bebop, boogie and jive To his worn out seventy-eights. Johnny Thunder. He's alright. He's one of the survivors, Twelve bars flowing through his brain, Jerry Lee Lewis, Dion and The Belmonts, Johnny and The Hurricanes, Johnny and The Hurricanes |
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