Muswell Hillbillies
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Fat, flabby Annie was incredibly big
She weighed just about sixteen stone
And then a fake dietician went and put her on a diet
Now she looks like skin and bone
She looks like skin and bone
Doin' the meditation and yoga
She's thrown away the Good Food Guide
And she's given up the alcohol, the pizzas, and the pies
And now she's lookin' like she's ready to die
You can't see her walk by
You don't eat no mashed potatoes
You don't eat no buttered scones
You don't eat no carbohydrates
You're gonna look like skin and bone
Skin and bone
Livin' on the edge of starvation
She says she's got no appetite
And her father and her mother and her sisters and her brothers
Couldn't see her when she walked by
You can't see her walk by
You don't eat no mashed potatoes
You don't eat no buttered scones
Stay away from carbohydrates
You're gonna look like skin and bone
Used to be so cuddly
Used to be so fat
But oh what a sin, she's oh so thin
She's lost every friend that she had
She looks like skin and bone
Bones, them bones, them skin and bones
Them bones, them bones, them skin and ...
Bones, them bones, them skin and bones
Them bones, them bones, them skin and ...
Bones, them bones, them skin and bones
Them bones, them bones, them skin and ...
Bones, them bones, them skin and bones
Them bones, them bones, them skin and ...
If you look flabby and you feel overweight
And want to lose a couple of stone
Take a crash course diet, do your daily exercises
And you'll look like skin and bone
Come on, rattle them bones
You put your hands up to the ceiling
Bend your hips and touch your toes
Do your daily exercises
You're gonna look like skin and bone
Don't eat no carbohydrates
Don't eat no buttered scones
Stay away from mashed potatoes
You're gonna look like skin and bone
Skin and bone
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Copyright 1971 by Davray Music Ltd.
Here's a story about a sinner,
He used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and position,
But the pressures at the office and his socialite engagements,
And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition,
It turned him to the booze,
And he got mixed up with a floosie
And she led him to a life of indecision.
The floosie made him spend his dole
She left him lying on Skid Row
A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission.
It's such a shame.
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would say,
Damn it all and blow it all,
Oh demon alcohol,
Memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol.
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol.
Barley wine, pink gin,
He'll drink anything,
Port, pernod or tequila,
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks,
As long as all his troubles disappeared.
But he messed up his life, went and beat up his wife,
And the floosie's gone and found another sucker
She's gonna turn him on to drink
She's gonna lead him to the brink
And when his money's gone,
She'll leave him in the gutter,
It's such a shame.
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would say,
Damn it all and blow it all,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would fall,
A slave to demon alcohol. |
