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Richard Dawson

Nothing Important Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian section at 9: 30 AM in Princess Mary's Maternity Hospital on the 24th May, sixty years ago today, dangled by the ankle, smacked across the bum, swaddled in a blanket howling lik

Richard Dawson

Nothing Important Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian section at 9: 30 AM in Princess Mary's Maternity Hospital on the 24th May, sixty years ago today, dangled by the ankle, smacked across the bum, swaddled in a blanket howling lik

Richard Dawson

The Vile Stuff Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

Year 7s on a school trip to Featherstone Castle And some wee scallywag's brung A Coca-Cola bottle containing a spirit Poor Peter Hepplethwaite cracks open his head On a shiny brass doorknob And has to

Richard Dawson

The Vile Stuff Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

Year 7s on a school trip to Featherstone Castle And some wee scallywag's brung A Coca-Cola bottle containing a spirit Poor Peter Hepplethwaite cracks open his head On a shiny brass doorknob And has to

Richard Dawson

The Vile Stuff Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Nothing Important

Year 7's on a school trip to Featherstone Castle and some wee scallywag's brung a Coca-Cola bottle containing a spirit Poor Peter Hepplethwaite cracks open his head on a shiny brass bedknob And has

Scooter

Nothing Important Than Money Lyrics

by Scooter on album Money Habbits

Is nothing important than money Them Franklin, them hundreds, them hundreds Is nothing important than money So we hustling and hustling and hustling. Is nothing important than money Them Franklin, the

Richard Dawson

Masseuse Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Fortune wags its tongue Along the walkways of the bathhouse They say the monk returned from Iceland Unearthly boon in stow He who possesses the Pin of Quib Is granted eternal beauty I am tired of men

Richard Dawson

Masseuse Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Fortune wags its tongue Along the walkways of the bathhouse They say the monk returned from Iceland Unearthly boon in stow He who possesses the Pin of Quib Is granted eternal beauty I am tired of men

Richard Dawson

Hob Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

We ascended the foaming stair To the mouth of the Hobthrush's cave Undecanted the hot wine from a nanny's throat And placed loaves on the greasy stones Our baby's lips are blue Our baby's eyes grow d

Richard Dawson

Scientist Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

I am come straight from the palace Through the toadsong to your step At the behest of the king With a gift for your temple I have lugged this strange contraption Over many a hoary dale Unbar the gate!

Richard Dawson

Hob Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

We ascended the foaming stair To the mouth of the Hobthrush's cave Undecanted the hot wine from a nanny's throat And placed loaves on the greasy stones Our baby's lips are blue Our baby's eyes grow d

Richard Dawson

Scientist Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

I am come straight from the palace Through the toadsong to your step At the behest of the king With a gift for your temple I have lugged this strange contraption Over many a hoary dale Unbar the gate!

Richard Dawson

Shapeshifter Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Leaving the path Lured by an emerald I wander into the Bog of Names Now I'm stuck fast Calves sorry henges Glued with the silence of newts in the gloaming My leather flask Froze to my hand Globelets

Richard Dawson

Beggar Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

She's fast asleep at Woden's feet Whilst alms I seek from thronging fairfolk As a whelp fast to the teat She smote me then We've ever since been shadows Two beasts of one old soul If you rely on the

Richard Dawson

Beggar Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

She's fast asleep at Woden's feet Whilst alms I seek from thronging fairfolk As a whelp fast to the teat She smote me then We've ever since been shadows Two beasts of one old soul If you rely on the

Richard Dawson

Shapeshifter Lyrics

by Richard Dawson on album Peasant

Leaving the path Lured by an emerald I wander into the Bog of Names Now I'm stuck fast Calves sorry henges Glued with the silence of newts in the gloaming My leather flask Froze to my hand Globelets