by Smokey Bastard on album Propping up the Floor

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales from the Wasteland

My son John was tall and slim and he’d a leg for ev’ry limb. But now he’s got no legs at all for he ran a race with a cannon ball Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo’ the riddle Timmy r

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales from the Wasteland

My son John was tall and slim and he’d a leg for ev’ry limb. But now he’s got no legs at all for he ran a race with a cannon ball Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo’ the riddle Timmy r

by Smokey Bastard on album Propping up the Floor

A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Oh! To start the morning The ward

by Smokey Bastard on album Propping Up the Floor

A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Oh! To start the morning The ward

by Smokey Bastard on album Play Something We Know

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when, so I've made up my mind it must come to an end, look at me now, will I ever learn, I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control, there's a fire withi

by Smokey Bastard on album Play Something We Know

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when, so I've made up my mind it must come to an end, look at me now, will I ever learn, I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control, there's a fire withi

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales from the Wasteland

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when, so I've made up my mind it must come to an end, look at me now, will I ever learn, I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control, there's a fire withi

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales from the Wasteland

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when, so I've made up my mind it must come to an end, look at me now, will I ever learn, I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control, there's a fire withi

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales from the Wasteland

I saw a woman by the shore Her feet half buried in the sand As waves were lappin', sun was nappin' She was cryin' for her man And with a tear she dropped And never stopped And told of how this misery

by Smokey Bastard on album The Celtic Punk Sampler, Volume XI: England

Down my old local there's always a man With a squint in his eye and a working mans tan Just listen a while and you'll be entertained But don't interrupt, you may ne'er walk again 'Cause his hands may

by Smokey Bastard on album Propping Up the Floor

Down my old local there's always a man With a squint in his eye and a working mans tan Just listen a while and you'll be entertained But don't interupt, you may ne'er walk again 'Cause his hands may b

by Smokey Bastard on album Propping Up the Floor

what shall we do with the drunken sailor? x3 earli in the morning what shall we do with the drunken sailor? x3 earli in the morning hoo-ray up she rises x3 earli in the morning! stick him in the lock

by Smokey Bastard on album Propping Up the Floor

Oh! shipmates, come rally, and join in my ditty. Of a terrible battle that happened of late; Let each good Union-Tar shed a tear of sad pity, As he listens to the once gallant Cumberland's fate. I

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales From The Wasteland

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when, so I've made up my mind it must come to an end, look at me now, will I ever learn, I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control, there's a fire withi

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales From The Wasteland

Dear Molly, my sweetheart We're coming undone at the seams And all the dreams that we shared in the past They're not gonna last They're already half shattered and torn Replaced by insufferable hatred

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales From The Wasteland

When the city casts its shadows in the pale light of the moon And the creeps creep in their jack wills' slacks from neon-fronted tombs You'll feel the cold air at your back and know that he's there L

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales From The Wasteland

My son John was tall and slim and he’d a leg for ev’ry limb. But now he’s got no legs at all for he ran a race with a cannon ball Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo’ the riddle Timmy r

by Smokey Bastard on album Tales From The Wasteland

From the winding concrete ring-roads to the council estates To the endless sprawling suburbs every turning looks the same This commuter town so drained of any culture of it's own Oh this wasteland, th

by Smokey Bastard on album Back to the Drawing Room

We were six, we were innocents They kettled us in with Christ on a crucifix Spoke of end of days, renouncing all our wicked ways The price you pay to turn away Still time to be saved We were stars in