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Many know how to play and new players are always welcome, they isn't rules as such just post a song lyric that follows on from the previous one.
Feel free to have a natter along the way, artist is optional although helpful if a little obscure all I ask is you play nice Xx
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, he kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, he just said, "Hi" to Big John
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisiana fellow to the Promised Land, Big John
Big John, Big John
Big Bad John
Jimmy Dean
When Johnny comes marching home again, hoorah, tra-la
He's coming by bus or underground, hoorah, tra-la
A woman's eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
It was just around the corner in the English Civil War
It was still at the stage of clubs and fists, hoorah, tra-la
When that well-known face got beaten to bits, hoorah, tra-la
Your face was blue in the light of the screen
As we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads
The Clash
Some people might say my life is in a rut
I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more, but
I'm so happy I can't see the point
Something's happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade
And I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money, of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going underground (going underground)
Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
The Jam
I've always had a thing about Fred Astaire
Tapping like a telegraph and dancing on air
They told me all you needed was a little bit of syncopation
So I let my imagination take me away
Ginger Womble Rogers is Madame Cholet
And with my cast of thousands I'll womble across the screen
And sing, sing, sing like a Womble
Dance, dance, dance like a Womble
You're an entertainer from your head down
To your wombling white tie and tails
Them again .......
Now the curtain is going up,
The Entertainer is taking a bow;
Does his dance step and sings his song,
Even gets all the audience to sing along.
Yes, he knows just what he must do,
Knows how to bring down the house
When he's through:
Snappy patter and jokes,
He knows what pleases the folks,
The Entertainer, the star of the show.....
Music by Scott Joplin; words added later by John Brimhall
A police car and a screaming siren
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
A baby wailing and stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking
That's entertainment
That's entertainment
A smash of glass and a rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped up phone booth
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls
I say, that's entertainment
That's entertainment.....
The Jam
A woman on the radio talks about revolution
When it's already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about
You know it feels good to be alive
I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now
There is no other place I wanna be
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up from history
Oh, I saw the decade in
When it seemed the world could change at the blink of an eye
And if anything
Then there's your sign
Of the times
I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now.....
Edwards, performed by Jesus Jones
I will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky
When the wind is high, when the wind is high
I will float a silken silver moon near your window
If your night is dark, if your night is dark
In letters of gold on a snow white kite
I will write "I love you"
And send it soaring high above you
For all to read
I will scatter rice paper stars in your heaven
If there are no stars, if there are no stars
All of these and seven wonders more will I find
When the wind is high, when the wind is high
In letters of gold on a snow white kite
I will write "I love you"
And send it soaring high above you
For all to read.....
Pockriss/Hackady; hit version by Simon Dupree and the Big Sound
The hands loom heavy with only an hour to go
I hold my breath but the seekers will find me
Priest and pauper, the leper, can't change his spots
The king knows and I know, and everybody knows
Spring, sun, winter, dread, I don't want to get older
No way, no way
Spring, sun, winter, dread, I don't want to get older
No way...
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