by The Streets on album Original Pirate Material

Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I'm a law abider There's nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight Good bloke fair

by The Streets on album Original Pirate Material

Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I'm a law abider There's nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight Good bloke fair

by The Toy Dolls on album The Album After the Last One

Arthur Gladwood, Dodgy Mad Pud All the lads would disappear Dick & Monga, they're no longer here Dougy Bell and Suggie Dell & Ken All the lads out down the 29, back then Dickie and Rob, Flip n'Fat Bo

by The Secret Garden on album Miscellaneous

Now let's say [Incomprehensible] when we left off last night The hideous dragon had carried the maid to his cave by moonlight He gnashed his teeth and breathed his fire The heath quaked and we tremble

by American Murder Song on album The Donner Party

Nineteen souls left camp at first light Sing toil and trouble and doom Yes nineteen souls left camp at first light Two men red and twelve men white And we five sisters along for the plight Spinning a

by The Wildhearts on album Mad Bad And Dangerous To Know

Now that I've changed and the rest have all stayed well, why do I feel so confused? some of the best of me plans have been laid and some of me best moments used I've been out for the count in a Me

by The Kingston Trio on album The Capitol Years (Remastered)

Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea? He's sneakin' 'round and creepin' and he's, aye, watchin' me He's pullin' and he's teasin' but his meanin's not so bad If it's ever going to be, t

by The Vibrators on album The Lads Annual

Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Here she comes, she's crazy But she knows the scene Carries an automatic pistol She ain't got my magazine Run for cover, girl, run for

by The Vibrators on album The Lads Annual

Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Here she comes, she's crazy But she knows the scene Carries an automatic pistol She ain't got my magazine Run for cover, girl, run for

by The Allstonians on album The Allston Beat

It's five o'clock, I'm on my way home I don't want you to be alone It's just my luck to see a group of my friends You know the story, you know how it ends We're at the Model with a couple of ales Anot

by Danny Kaye on album The Maladjusted Jester

Your majesty i have a confession my secret i must now betray i was not a born fool it took work to get this way when i was a lad i was gloomy and sad and i was from the day i was born when other lads

by Jerry Reed on album The Essential Jerry Reed

Well, now Bill Jackson was the poor ol Judge who joined the Uptown Poker Club and he cursed the day he ever told anybody he'd join. Cause his money used to go like it had wings, when he had queens, so

by Danny Kaye on album The Court Jester

Your majesty i have a confession my secret i must now betray i was not a born fool it took work to get this way when i was a lad i was gloomy and sad and i was from the day i was born when other lads

by Bliss n Eso on album Day of the Dog

yo, check me out right here you see, these rappers are unhappy with the price of the gold card while on this mic I'm like ice in a cold glass there's no doubt I manhandle a track and break this bitch

by The Vibrators on album Essential: One for the Lads

Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Here she comes, she's crazy But she knows the scene Carries an automatic pistol She ain't got my magazine Run for cover, girl, run for

by Ian Anderson on album Homo Erraticus

All along the new straight track we plough the old fields under. Seven good feet and a quarter inch, broad rails to steal the thunder. 100 picks in '36 sent navvies to meet their maker as black Box Tu

by Ian Anderson on album Homo Erraticus

All along the new straight track we plough the old fields under. Seven good feet and a quarter inch, broad rails to steal the thunder. 100 picks in '36 sent navvies to meet their maker as black Box Tu

by Ian Anderson on album Homo Erraticus

All along the new straight track we plough the old fields under. Seven good feet and a quarter inch, broad rails to steal the thunder. 100 picks in '36 sent navvies to meet their maker as black Box Tu

by Noël Coward on album Mad Dogs & Englishmen (Remastered)

they're out of sorts in sunderland and terribly cross in kent, they're dull in hull and the isle of mull is seething with discontent, they're nervous in northumberland and devon is down the drain, the

by Frank Turner on album The Third Three Years

They're out of sorts in Sunderland, And terribly cross in Kent. They're dull in Hull, And the Isle of Mull Is seething with discontent. They're nervous in northumberland, And Devon is down the drain,