Testo Itinerant Child Ian Dury And The Blockheads
the windshieldâs cracked, itâs a bugger to drive
it starts making smoke over forty-five
itâs a phsychedelic nightmare with a million leaks
itâs home-sweet-home to ssome sweet arse freaks
slow down itinerant child, the road is full of danger
slow down itinerant child, thereâs no more âwelcome, stangerâ
soon I was rumbling through the mornign fog
with my long haired children and my one eyed dog
with the trucks and the buses and the trailer-vans
my long throw horns playing Steely Dan
we straggled out for miles along the Beggarâs Hill
when the word came donw that weâd lost Old Bill
you can bet your boots iâm coming when the times are hard
thatâs why they keep my dossier at Scotland Yard
slow down itinernat child, youâre still accelerating
slow down itinerant child, the boys in blue were waiting
itinernat child donât do what your doing
itinerant child youâd better slow down
we drove into Happy Valley seeking peace and love
with a lone helicopter hanging up above
we didnât realise untill we hit the feild
there were four hundred cozzers holding riot sheilds
they terrorized our babies and they broke our heads
itâs a stone fucking miracle thereâs no-one dead
they turned my ramshackle home into a burning wreck
my one-eyed dog got a broken neck
slow down itinerant child, the road is full of danger
slow down itinerant child, thereâs no more âwelcome, stangerâ
slow down itinernat child, youâre still accelerating
slow down itinerant child, the boys in blue were waiting