LOVE LIKE OURS (TOORA-LI-LOORA-LI)

Now it's well I remember the day we first met / You were lying in the gutter, I thought you were dead / But I soon found out you were just dead drunk instead / So I gave you my coat and some bloody good head

With my toora-li-loora-li-loora-li-o, with my toora-li-loora-li-loora-li-aye

Now early next morning, two hours before day / You growled out the chorus of "Glad To Be Gay" / And we fell to the floor from the bed where we lay / And tried to get up but decided to stay

Now it's sometimes we're sober and sometimes we're not / Sometimes we drink plenty and sometimes a lot / For you're an old boozer and I'm an old slut / And old habits stick, love, so why should we not?

You're old and you're ugly, you're smelly, you're fat / But I must confess I prefer men like that / One day I will buy you a fine bowler hat / And you'll be just like Churchill, but not such a twat

When we go out drinking, the whole town goes berserk / They're not used to seeing two grown-up men twerk / And some nights we might need to beat up some jerk / But that's what it takes to make a love like ours work


SANDY

Well in 1963 you first hit the London scene / Your heart was like an ocean though you were just sixteen / They called you a folk princess but you were a gypsy queen / You were envied and adored but you longed for something more / You saw a ship was leaving and you boldly jumped on board / And little did you care if you'd ever reach the shore

'Cos you always loved the sea and the sea it loved you too / But to love something so mighty is a dangerous thing to do

Oh Sandy, oh Sandy / You left this world so soon / Or are you living still in the mansion that you built / On the other side of the moon / On the other side of the moon?

So you followed the North Star through concert halls and bars / You left behind a trail of empty bottles and broken hearts / You lit the way for others like a bright and falling star / But you were tortured by your mind, mistreated by your guys / Cheated by the businessmen and all their dirty lies / But your soul is in your songs and so it never ever dies

And I hope that you've found peace, wherever that you be / Shining with the sun or buried in the sea


MAKE AMERICA SMALL

I was born and raised in the US of A / The land of the brave and the free, they say / And I did believe them 'til that fateful day / When the KKK took my baby away / Now there's blood on the streets, there's a hole in the sky / Nazis in the White House and in the FBI / If this is what it means to be brave, to be free / Oh amazing grace, can you save a wretch like me?

But the rain still falls on the great and the small / And the death-bell tolls for all / And divided we stand but united we fall / And I pray for the Lord to make America small

I went to the woods just to clear out my mind / To leave all them hustlers and bustlers behind / But a land torn to pieces was all I could see / Oh do you still believe this land was made for you and me? / No, no, no, no, no, no, no! / No more of your bullshit, no more of your show / The Trumps and the Clintons, they all gotta go / And we'll see once more that sweet chariot swing low


TWO ROADS

I saw you by the road, sister, a-lookin' mighty tired / I see you've come a long way and I see that you have cried / Well I've been here a long time and I know a thing or two / Just don't think that I can help you, that's more than God can do

So your mother sent you on the road to earn money for new clothes / But you'll get no work in rags like that, it's just the way it goes / And now you're standing on the crossroads you cannot understand / You feel you're being led on by some invisible hand

Well this road's for the poor, you see, this road's for the rich / The bodies lying in the ditch will tell you which is which / So you've had your share of trouble, well be ready for some more / This road's for the rich, you see, and this road's for the poor

You worked a while in Manchester among the factory hands / But they'll never keep a loud-mouth girl who dares to make demands / And now you're looking for a job, but first you'd need a place to stay / And every bloody landlord requires a two-month pay

My eyes have seen the glory and the coming of the Lord / I've seen the Spinning Jenny and the coming of T-Ford / Well, some things have gotten better, some things have gotten worse / But greed and inequality seem to haunt us like a curse

And if one day as I do pray you find your job and home / Bear in mind what I do tell you, it's no merit of your own / No words of kind encouragement help those still in the ditch / You'll ne'er get rid of poverty 'til you get rid of the rich


CRY ALONE NO MORE

Now the ten-hour days in factories are gone and we should be at ease / Or so they all keep telling me but somehow I just don't believe / That packing bloody groceries and smiling as you frown at me / Is good for either you or me or mankind's dream of liberty / And now the boss-man makes his round, it chills me to the bone / I hold my tongue and I stand my ground but I'll cry when I get home

I'll cry when I get home, cry when I get home / I smile all day for to earn my pay but I'll cry when I get home

I got pills to get me through the day, they offered them without delay / The doctor-man, so wise, did say, "Don't let your mind get in your way" / So I thought there's something wrong with me, but that's just how it's planned to be / They keep you in anxiety to serve the foul economy / But a world that's built on fear and guilt is a world we're not made for / I know you cry just the same as I, so let's cry alone no more

Cry alone no more, cry alone no more / Let our tears unite like a pile of shite and let's cry alone no more

Well I've been through so much shit I need an ocean for to flush it down / And I'll just cry that ocean now and let the fucking bastards drown / Just count me on the losing side, at least I went down with a fight / With thousands of us by my side, it's gotta count for something / I'll turn my tears to swords and spears, and the next mean word means war / This wayward son is not the only one, so I'll cry alone no more


AIN'T IT STRANGE

Ain't it strange that the year is 2019 and still we're in this mess / So meekly we asked could we please have some more and instead they gave us less / The rich they get richer, the poor they stay poor / When will we say this won't do anymore / I've worked as a hustler, I've worked as a whore, but I ain't gonna work no more

And is it strange if I'm broken-hearted, when the world is going to hell? / I've been overpowered and outsmarted / I tried to fight the system but I fell

Ain't it strange that the world is 5 billion years old and ruined in a century / Oh to see what we've done, and we've only begun, it's almost too much for me / The earth's getting warmer, our hearts are growing cold / Only science can save us, or so we are told / But we have to be wiser, we have to be bold / We gotta stop buying the shit we're sold

And is it strange if I'm broken-hearted, when the world is going to hell? / It's a godawful mess that we've started, and the end no-one can tell

But our mothers and our fathers and the childless dykes and buggers / They left us with a lesson that will never be forgotten / They said private is political and all things count / And it takes all of us to turn the world around


TEN GRAND AGO

The best day of my life was when I heard of your downfall / Up 'til then I thought I didn't care 'bout you at all / But you broke my heart when I was young and I will ne'er forget / You threw me out of your jet-set, but you'll be sorry yet / Oh yeah you bet

You sold your soul for precious things and held your head so high / That even had you tried you'd never have heard your brother cry / And now I'll try to keep from smiling when the shit it hits the fan / And if you ain't too proud to beg, I'll help you if I can / Yeah, if I can

Come shake your money-maker like you did ten grand ago / 'Cos nothing comes for free in life, you taught me that, you know / Now let me see you twirl and let me see you twist and shout / And shake your money-maker and I just might help you out

Last night I dreamed about a world where we'd all live as one / But before we get there, there are scores to settle, son / There's a price on every tear I swallowed for your sake / And now my retribution has been brought about by fate / Oh thank you, fate


THE MUTINY

We're sailing away on a leaking ship (So heave-ya-ho, and blow boys blow) / And the cargo-hold is filled with shit (So heave-ya-ho, and away we go) / The main-deck's crowded with crooks and traitors / But we'll all be drowning sooner or later / So we wait and pray on the deck below

That the sun will rise and blind the eyes / Of the hustlers, liars and dicks in ties / And the waves will throw them from the bow / So heave-ya-ho, we'll steer the course back home

Our captain's name is Tucker O'Fucker / And he'll soon be sent to old Davy Jones' locker / Our crew is made of faggots and boozers / And dykes and whores and cripples and losers / And the clouds they gather and the winds they blow / But the sun will rise...

No-one knows where the ship is bound / So they rape and plunder the world around / But they'll be a-staggering when they see / It'll soon be the time for the mutiny / And the tide may turn before you know / And the sun will rise...


THE SORRY JACK TAR

Now the tide is high but I'm holding on / As long as you keep holding me / I'm still shaken and torn by what had to be borne / When I ploughed the rolling sea / For it's once I'd a mind to leave all behind / And go rambling so wild and free / But now I've returned and a few things I've learned / And you'll do what you want with me

Oh I thought I was born to brave every storm / And to empty each foul-smelling jar / But based on your letter you did it much better / Than your little sorry Jack Tar / Oh wasn't I bold, feeling sea-sick and cold / As the forecastle rang with huroos / And the first mate stepped in, and he offered me gin / And I threw it all up on his shoes

But no more, no more will I leave this old shore / Where the river flows down to the sea / There are strange worlds out there for those who may care / But one's too many for me

This dirty old town that we used to walk 'round / For hours and hours or more / Oh I know it so well, from the rusty old bell / To the rocks on the soggy old shore / Yet I always did see just the woods, not the trees / And it's there that it all went wrong / So forgive me for taking so long just to learn the old song that you knew all along


EACH MERRY SONG

The old places are closin' down, the times they are a-changin' / But we remain the same, only getting fat and agin' / The dreamers they are dreamin' still, the lazy asses lazin' / And when we get together, we still set the town a-blazin'

And here's to the dreams that we lost in the years / For each merry song must be made out of tears / I've fucked up my life but tonight I'm right where I wanna be / So don't cry for me / 'Cos with you motherfuckers I am free

Now we've all learned that life is full of pointless toil and trouble / Though some of us are lawyers, some are lyin' in the gutter / But deep inside the ties still bind the band of fucked up brothers / And beggars can't be choosers, so we're stuck with one another

And here's to the dreams that we lost in the years / For each merry song must be made out of tears / I fucked up my life and I never did the things I wanted to / But the heart is true / And motherfuckers I love you