Tytuł: Ballad of the sulphate strangler

• Wykonawca: Ian Dury
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   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 there’s blood on every page
  the diary ends in tears
  
  1-2-3-4
  and I won’t forget the ‘Strangler
  he’s a lesson to us all
  a night in shinning armor
  and nearly ten feet tall
  I won’t forget the 'Strangler
  he’s 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 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 ‘Strangelr
  hear the might ‘Strangler roar
  I wont’ froget the ‘Strangler
  he’s as volotile 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 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 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 wieght in gold
  when the devil made the 'Strangler, he threw away the mold
  
  these are the scars of the life that I lead
  the veins are 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 rudley 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 on 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 might Strangelr
  hear the might Strangler roar
  I won’t forget the Strangler
  he’s as volotile as wind
  he takes the world’s incumberence
  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 devide
  I won’t forget the strangler
  he’s worth his wieght in gold
  when the devil made the strangler he threw away the mold
  
  and I won’t forget the Strangler
  and I won’t forget the Strangler
  and I won’t forget the Strangler
  and I won’t forget the Strangler