Drying in the cold sun...Watching as the frilly panties run,... streaking cold, an old man wandering lonel...Taking time, the only way he knows...Feeling alone, the army's up the road...You poor old sod, you see it's o...When the ice that clings on ...And the flowers bloom like...Madness in the spring... streaking cold, an old man wandering lonel...Taking time, the only way he knows...Feeling alone, the army's up the road...You poor old sod, you see it's o...You poor old sod, you see it's o...Drying in the cold sun...Watching as the frilly panties run,

Drying in the cold sun...Watching as the frilly panties run,... streaking cold, an old man wandering lonel...Taking time, the only way he knows...Feeling alone, the army's up the road...You poor old sod, you see it's o...When the ice that clings on ...And the flowers bloom like...Madness in the spring... streaking cold, an old man wandering lonel...Taking time, the only way he knows...Feeling alone, the army's up the road...You poor old sod, you see it's o...You poor old sod, you see it's o...Drying in the cold sun...Watching as the frilly panties run,

My old dog's a good old dog ...My old man's a silly old sod ...The human face is a ter...Went to the river, but I could

My old dog's a good old dog ...My old man's a silly old sod ...The human face is a ter...Went to the river, but I could

im their pistols in the shadow of the cross ...ath of vengeance to the martyrs they have l...We have cousins on the old sod and we don't forget...ange flags wave for the British to greet the army's clicking hee...r Irish brother for the altar where they kn...to greater anger by the distant royal hand ...It's old hatreds and young v...Old hatreds and young v...th retribution it's the cycle of the damned ...And the hope becomes more distant as the flames of hate are ...Who will listen to the children for they'r

They forgave the blind old sod ...dona claimed it was the hand of God ...So out of the cup but what you ex...The British boys in the Mexico sun ...And Hare Duke on the run ...Same old story you always st...You not got the bottle and you ain'...And where the English and we play...We lost the Cup but we don't ca...Everyone knows the final score ...But who won the Falklands war ...Now on to the Falklands war

Drying in the cold sun ...Watching as the frilly panties run....an old man wandering lonel...the only way he knows. ...the army's up the rode ...you poor old sod ...when the ice that ...and the flowers bloom like ...madness in the spring.

w I don't wanna set the world on fire...Any old iron, any old iron will do...Smirk, smirk, smirk the G and T's work...And my old man says "Mind, how... take a joke, well, sod ya...And they call me the Artful Dodger... chat, it's back to the flat...It's a funny old life if you weaken,...And they call me the Artful Dodger...t take a joke well, sod ya...ad and they call me the Artful Dodger...Hoist up the Jolly Roger...That's the way to do it, call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger...They call me the Artful Dodger

Wait'll y'dig it on the map - airegin ...eally're closin' up the gap - airegin ...They goofed 'n got the wrong view ...here's no traces of the kind o'place it was...t got discovered by the kind o' ...Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him...Back when the world was young ...walked this earthly sod ...This was sod that God would trod...Laid it on the natives till he had...n' he quickly stole the natives' soul ...Till the lan' was his ...Upon the sensitive and kindl...y I had figured out the 'cut of m'jib' ...The kind o'soul that ne...un' 'n fussin' with the fella nearest to 'e...Me, I'm the old fashioned kind ...ever good at follow-the-leader ...An' the whole world was you...And full o'the vim of constant reb... abounding that was the case ...'n plus the millions o' mammoth...vin' was actual an' the feelin' was natural...I'm tellin' the truth ...'n when the natives checked 'em...'n soon the tables had turned t...That's when the castaway had his sa...d his day they told the ...Right on down t' the militants ...'n marchin' 'n the martyrs 'n the murder of lumumba ...Wait'll y'dig it on the map - airegin ...eally're closin' up the gap - airegin ...Wait'll y'dig it on the map - airegin ...eally're closin' up the gap - airegin ...They goofed 'n got the wrong view

Old mule, you're the son of a donkey ...And I'm in the image of God ...Toilin' and tillin' the sod...Or I work for you, old mule ...When plowin', we go the same distance...You skim the ground on four good...I do twice the work per leg...oon we'll be makin' the corn crop...And a third for the landlords' pay...You're gettin' the best! And How!...it my third amongst the wife and eight kids...The banker, six hens an...You only plow the ground...I shock the corn and husk it...ll Fall and part of the Winter...Old mule, you know it's...Tryin' to pay off the mortgage on you. ...The only time I'm your ...cause you're a wise old donkey...you could, now tell the truth

s no way to measure the thoughness of timbe...And compare it to the softness of birds ...gave what he had to the ones that he loved ...For I was the oldest and we were the closest we worked that old farm side by side ...I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my pap...I guess that's the reason I hitched up the mule and drove the old buggy to town ...picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall map...Figured it's the least I could do fo...After all the things that he's do...laid him to rest in the sod ...The women were crying as they passed by papa the men stopped and all...Most of the mourness had gone when I looked up and noticed this white haired old man ...e this morning that the big boss had died ...I went out to the homeplace to tell h... shovel found me an old paper sack ...e dirt from up near the farmhouse

ather-feet pounding the dust, ...s standing proud to the plough, ...Last of the line at an honest d...Turning the deep sod under, ...Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone, ...Flies at the nostrils plunder. ...The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie ...with the Shire on his feathe...ng soft timber into the dusk ...Heavy Horses, move the land under me. ...Behind the plough gliding slip...Now you're down to the few ...The tractor's on its wa...to keep the old line going. ...tand you abreast at the back of the wood ...behind the young trees growing...r eighteen hands at the shoulder. ...And one day when the oil barons have all...and the nights are seen to ...train once again to the sound of the gulls ...in the wake of the deep plough, sharin...nding like tanks on the brow of the hill ...Up into the cold wind facing ...harness, chained to the world ...Against the low sun racing. ...Bring a song for the evening ...lean brass to flash the dawn ...as the heavy horses thunde...to wake the dying city ...with the living horseman's c...At once the old hands quicken, ...thrill to the sound of all ...the heavy horses coming

ch gettin fucked in the face ...Bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam ...n that coochie with the high top fade ...I want more than the next man ...'Cause the reach around just s...you hoes before I'm the K ...I to the D are O see K'n, rh...You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain...I don't need the fancy music to make...Just the beat and the funky ass base line...op a couple cuts on the track ...A tracks to the mother fuckin wack ...I'm in the house gettin paid l... Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin' ...baby, fuck me 'till the break of dawn ...I want the whole fuckin world ...I want a band like the US Funk Mob ...aren't you a little old to be trickin ...I'm the cradle that's able ...Where's the whores at? ...Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice ...mind, so if I loose the funk, ...I'll still be in the house gettin paid l... Rock and I got all the hoes sayin' ...e baby, fuck me til the break of dawn

ather-feet pounding the dust,...s standing proud to the plough,...Last of the line at an honest d...Turning the deep sod under,...Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone,...Flies at the nostrils plunder....The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie...With the Shire on his feathe...ng soft timber into the dusk...Heavy Horses, move the land under me....Behind the plough gliding slip...Now you're down to the few...The tractor's on its wa...To keep the old line going....tand you abreast at the back of the wood...Behind the young trees growing...r eighteen hands at the shoulder....And one day when the oil barons have all...And the nights are seen to ...train once again to the sound of the gulls...In the wake of the deep plough, sharin...nding like tanks on the brow of the hill...Up into the cold wind facing...harness, chained to the world...Against the low sun racing....Bring a song for the evening...lean brass to flash the dawn...As the heavy horses thunde...To wake the dying city...With the living horseman's c...At once the old hands quicken,...Thrill to the sound of all...The heavy horses coming

ls these stories so old ...No, never the same twice told ...id you come to heal the sick ...blind keeps leading the blind ...Leave the rest to superstitio...feel for that sorry sod