Testo Ballad Of The Sulphate Strangler Ian Dury And The Blockheads
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 thereâs blood on every page
the diary ends in tears
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and I wonât forget the âStrangler
heâs a lesson to us all
a night in shinning armor
and nearly ten feet tall
I wonât forget the 'Strangler
heâs 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 thereâd come a chance to do it all again
and I wonât forget the âStrangler
and nor will many more
salute the Mighty âStrangelr
hear the might âStrangler roar
I wontâ froget the âStrangler
heâs as volotile as wind
if no-oneâs getting loopy, then no-oneâs 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
âcose the dramas going on backstage were better than the show
and I wonât 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 heâs got a white three-tonner and heâs knocking out Godspeed
and I wonât forget the Strangler
and nor will many more
salute the might Strangelr
hear the might Strangler roar
I wonât forget the Strangler
heâs as volotile as wind
he takes the worldâs incumberence
when it wasnât him who sinned
I wonât forget the Strangler
I wish he hadnât died
Now heâs hanging out with Lynott across the great devide
I wonât forget the strangler
heâs worth his wieght in gold
when the devil made the strangler he threw away the mold
and I wonât forget the Strangler
and I wonât forget the Strangler
and I wonât forget the Strangler
and I wonât forget the Strangler