Handsome
By KILBURN
AND THE HIGH ROADS
Released June 1975
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* Bonus tracks on the CD - previously unreleased
Rough kids play rough games and kick tin cans
Leave their feet out in the aisle
Rough kids have bother and make nuisance
They climb on someone else's fence
Rough kids give m-m-m-m-m-mama no obedience
You know, you know, they've got no sense
Enough, (enough), enough, (enough)
So rough, so tough
Rough kids move supreme and disobey
Trouble comes when times are tough
Rough kids move in teams, don't play away
They go round knocking off some stuff
Rough kids let off steam and go astray
Enough, enough to be so rough
Enough to be rough kids
Enough to be rough kids
Enough to be rough kids
Rough kids!
BILLY BENTLEY (PROMENADES HIMSELF IN LONDON)
(One, two, three, four ........)
Hello, playmates
Here's a little London song
All about a young man's adventures in the big city
Here we go
Billy Bentley, bought to London early in the day
Half a quid, mate
Stand to reason
Hold your horses
How's your father?
Well, cor blimey
Wotcha, cheeky
Move along there
See the show, sir
Nice time, ducky
You'll be lucky
Billy Bentley, he's a course and a flippin' state
Billy Bentley, take your father in the afternoon
Down the Grove
Up the Archway
Kilburn High Road
Dalston Junction
Clapham Common
Ealing Broadway
Cambridge Circus
Hyde Park Corner
Covent Garden
I beg your pardon
Billy Bentley, golden platter and a dirty spoon
Billy Bentley, day in London soon to disappear
Shocking headache
Well despondent
Starving hungry
Bleeding taters
What a karma
Double lonely
Fucking Ada
All me marbles
Charming weather
Bloody clever
Billy Bentley, all the winners don't you like it here?
Hold very tight, please (ding ding)
I could give the respect she deserves
But I can't 'cos I'm crippled with nerves
Just to take in my arms, hold her tight
But I'm sorry, I'm shaking with fright
I could touch her
I could tell her
I'm a very lucky fellow
I'd cancel all proper reserves
But my hope is all gone
Got the fears coming on
And I'll die 'cos I'm crippled with nerves
How I wish she'd ask for a smile
She won't, I tremble a while
She's gone from my lust and my shame
Silly trying to stifle the pain
Could have touched her
Could have told her
The weight is on my shoulder
Sadness, the purpose it serves
The day turns to grey
The pain has it's way
I'll die, 'cos I'm crippled with nerves
Huffety Puff do I love you enough?
Was it nice and slow or a little bit rough?
Amazes me when you do your stuff
You're so kind and I'm so tough
When the base is run and you're in the pack
Do the lap of honour all around the track
When you're nothing done in the stadium
Do the lap of honour all around again
Twiddle-de-de is how it ought to be
When I rock and roll in your company
I keep the beat but I leave it free
Gonna win a medal if you medal with me
When the base is run and you're in the pack
Do the lap of honour all around the track
When you're nothing done in the stadium
Do the lap of honour all around again
Bip-ity-bop, I just can't
stop
A poor old heart go clippety-clop
Well you came in first and stayed on top
Did the lap of honour 'til you had to drop
When the base is run and you're in the pack
Do the lap of honour all around the track
When you're nothing done in the stadium
Do the lap of honour all around again
Huffety Puff do I love you enough?
Was it nice and slow or a little bit rough?
Amazes me when you do your stuff
You're so kind and I'm so tough
When the base is run and you're in the pack
Do the lap of honour all around the track
When you're nothing done in the stadium
Do the lap of honour all around again
Shaken on her shoulder
Shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it
She's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow
Clever with her knee
Way she move it over
That's the place to please
Diction very bad
Friction double rich
Brazen little hussy
Rock 'n' rolling bitch
When it come to business
Take off like a jet
Rocking's her vocation
She's a very high roadette
Young man
There ain't no need to hustle
Young man
Slow down your hustle bustle
You can take your time, young man
Some of this is muscle
Lightning in her leg
Spitfire on her hip
Rock 'n' roll's a habit
Guitar wrote the script
Messed up on her history
Won the scoring prize
Does her heavy thinking
Bristols under thighs
Never had a teacher
Messing with her brain
You should see her pupils
Music's in her veins
Shifting her transmission
Shipped a new corvette
Rock 'n' roll relations
With a very high roadette
Young man
Shaken on her shoulder
Shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it
She's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow
Clever with her knees
Way she move it over
That's the place to please
Diction very bad
Friction double rich
Brazen little hussy
Rock 'n' rolling bitch
When it come to business
Take off like a jet
Rocking's her vocation
She's a very high roadette
Young man
There ain't no need to hustle
Young man
Slow down your hustle bustle
You can take your time, young man
Some of this is muscle
When me and Pam
Are hand in hand
We make a lovely pair
But when we fight
Her awful spite
Is more than I can bear
She give me the business
I lose all self control
A curse of fifty witches
Making wormwood of my soul
A life of broken china
Sneering yellow hate
Ooh, derision and contumacy
Things that nauseate
Ruptures of the psyche
Vexation in the head
Poison in my coffee
And needles in my bed
Mischief in the midriff
Tensions of the spine
Ooh, underhand aspersions
That really are unkind
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
An abject little toady
Her scolding makes of me
Ooh, why is she so bitter
Every time we disagree?
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Paaaaaaaam
Share a good occasion
Hold the darkness in
Bear away abrasion
Free from broken skin
No pride is here to steer you
Wounds that never heal
So close and there to wander
Confines wearing thin
Clear in where to squander
Such untroubled skin
Though ships will still collide
Tonight there side by side
Sources of affection
Mine have never been
I'm in your collection
Born with broken skin
When I was fifteen I had a black-blue jacket and sideboards to my
chin
I used to go around in a two-tone Zephyr with a mean and nasty grin
Twelve-inch bottoms on my stardust flares and socks of dazzling green
When Gene Vincent Craddock remembered the look of an Upminster rock 'n' roll
teen
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
A silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
Amazing that feeling's still around
My good friend Friar wore a powder-blue suit, a criss-cross lurex
thread
He turned seventeen bought a big motorcycle, he started wearing leather instead
I could not afford a ruby snaffle tie or a black suede fur lined shoes
The Gene Vincent Craddock that people still remember when the Upminster Kid
walked through
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
A silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
Amazing that feeling's still around
Sunday afternoon at the Romford Gaumont, rum and
black at the Bell Hotel
He stole into the park, for a jabba in the dark,
little juvenile ne'er-do-well
He'd run a steel comb along the Regent jukebox, a little bit of fever now and
then
The Gene Vincent Craddock I surely wish I was an Upminster kid again
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
The silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
Amazing that feeling's still around
Patience Eames
You're the girl of my dreams
So what?
I've been making schemes
'Til my poor head screams
So what?
I do difficult sums
And play the drums
Twiddle my thumbs
And find the crumbs
I'm quite dumb
And I come from the slums
So what?
Honesty, too
Wanna meddle with you
So what?
Well, I'm a Lambeth ruse
With beat up shoes
So what?
I got sparkly clothes
And buttons and bows
Powder my nose
And still I glow
My beauty shows
And my nylon hose
So what?
I got charity meek
Wanna pinch your cheek
So what?
I got sex technique
Make your eyeballs squeak
So what?
Well, I don't conform
To the usual norm
Ladies get warm
When I perform
They all adore my uniform
So what?
Fats O'Shea
Gonna get you away
So what?
You know one fine day
Gonna dead end way
So what?
An we lie on the rug
And cuddle up snug
Take a little tug
And give a little hug
Jabba dabba dabba
I feel so smug
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
Father's very noisy with his 'bines
Said they're all the same it makes you sick
Need a bleeding boot up their behinds
That would bloody shift them double quick
Father drops his toffee after tea
All them monkey's sprouting their advice
Bleeding, bloody berks, believe you me
Twenty times as much for half the price
In the kitchen, mother
The kettle's got a hard-on (father)
You can't call this dripping
It hasn't got no lard on (father)
(father, father, father,
father)
Father's in the khazi half-an-hour
"What's it all about?", is what I think
Shove them all inside the bloody Tower
Blinking, bloody, bleeding sodding pink
In the kitchen, mother
The kettle's got a hard-on (father)
You can't call this dripping
It hasn't got no lard on (father)
(father, father, father,
father)
Hahahahaha
Hahahahaha
Hahahahaha
Hahahahaha
Hahahahaha
Father's drops his toffee after tea
"What's it all about?", is what I think
Bleeding load of berks, believe you me
Shove them all inside the blinking clink
Get them off your mother
And see what's on the telly
The buttons on your nightie
Are getting on my nelly
Thank you, mum
Your rascal son
Has seen the error of his ways
I stole your purse and smashed the crocks
You done my trousers washed my socks
Dragged me screaming to the doc's
Drink your medicine, chicken pox
Put your toys back in their box
Didn't mean it
Thank you, mum
Thank you, mum
Your naughty boy
Will do his best to make amends
I hurt you merely to amuse
You wiped my nose and cleaned my shoes
Put witch-hazel on my bruise
Have you done your number twos?
Mind you watch your P's and Q's
Got a fiver?
Thank you, mum
Thank you, mum
You dear old girl
Through thick and thin you knit and purl
There isn't any better mum
Than my mum in this whole world
Squirrel gather nuts in May
And he shuts his nuts away
There's a quick brown fox
In the hollyhocks
A vixen in the mood to play
Whoa! the badger don't care
Rabbit got his share
Smile on the face of the fox
The squirrel and the bear
Just stand and stare
The red stag got up on his hocks
The wears and the bear don't bite
His nose in the air tonight
He's beating like a rabbit
Don't wanna feed his habit
His lady rabbit's out of sight
The badger's only here
And he got his share
Smile on the face of the fox
The squirrel and the bear
Just stand and stare
The red stag got up on his hocks
The stag can be sincere at last
A pretty little deer goes past
The badger on the run
Can have a little fun
He doesn't find the pace too fast
Well, the badger don't care
Rabbit got his share
Smile on the face of the fox
The squirrel and the bear
Just stand and stare
The red stag got up on his hocks
THE MUMBLE RUMBLE AND THE COCKTAIL ROCK
Woke up this morning in a state of shock
I heard the mumble rumble and a cocktail rock
A faint wheeze like a slide trombone
That is Diana thinking all alone
It's the mumble rumble
And the cocktail rock
You do the mumble rumble
And the cocktail rock
You do the mumble rumble
Cocktail rock
I've been around the weary dream
The mumble rumble got me up again
I climbed out of bed, I called a Doc
I don't need you
The mumble rumble
And the c-c-c-c-c-c-cocktail rock
I got the mumble rumble
And the c-c-c-c-c-c-cocktail rock
The mumble rumble
Cocktail rock
Well now I'm fit, I'm ready to go
My mumble fast, my cocktail slow
I'll keep mine going around the clock
M-m-m-m-mumble
The mumble rumble
And the c-c-c-c-c-c-cocktail rock
I got the mumble rumble
And the c-c-c-c-c-c-cocktail rock
The mumble rumble
Cocktail rock
Well now that I'm fit, I'm ready to go
My mumble fast, my cocktail slow
I'll keep mine going around the clock
M-m-m-m-mumble rumble
And the c-c-c-c-c-c-cocktail rock
I got the mumble rumble
And the c-c-c-c-c-c-cocktail rock
The mumble rumble
Cocktail rock
Let her go, let her go
When the look in her eye said,
"Cheerio, cheerio"
"I don't want you no more"
"Mosquito, mosquito"
"Get the hell out of my bed"
"You know, torpedo"
"I don't want you no more"
Join up
And line up
And join up
And sign up
Go to the call up it's all up with you
With regret, with regret
When the lady departed
Cigarette, cigarette
Can I see you once more?
Bayonet, bayonet
When the trouble had started
Tournequet, tournequet
Can I see you once more?
Join up
And line up
And join up
And sign up
Go to the call up it's all up with you
Destitute, destitute
Can't defend my intended
You regroup, you regroup
I don't want you no more
I salute, I salute
The engagement has ended
Parachute, parachute
I don't want you no more
Join up
And line up
And join up
And sign up
Go to the call up it's all up with you
Let her go
When the look in her eye said,
"Cheerio"
"I don't want you no more"
"Mosquito"
"Get the hell out of my bed"
"You know"
"I don't want you no more"
Join up
And line up
And join up
And sign up
Go to the call up it's all up with you
If you smile private things
Who is to know?
If you dance in the rings
Who is to know?
If you run with the mill
And you stay very still
Like you've written your will
Who's to know?
You know
You know, you know
You know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you know
If your loves stays inside
Who is to know?
If you lay down and die
Who is to know?
If decisions were made
Looking on from the shade
At the boring parade
Who's to know?
Who the hell needs to know
Who's to know
We can look at ourselves when you go
We can shoulder the blame
Take a note of your name
And you know all the same
Who's to know
You know
You know, you know
You know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you know
When faced with a hinderance
The brave mountaineer
Turns and walks back into the wind
But my hesitation
In strange hemisphere
Makes me quit before I begin
Intrepid explorer
He agrees on extremes
Pursues the unknown with perfect aplone
Behaves like a trooper
Who brags and blasphemes
Tell the truth, I want to go home
Back to blighty
Back to blighty
Back to blighty
Back to blighty
The poor navigator
The siren that calls
Heeds not a warning of coming distress
Although you're a charmer
The prospect appals
Going back to my former address
Back to blighty
Back to blighty
Back to blighty
Back to blighty
(There is a green hill far away)
OK Roland
Made a fuzzy beaver hat
Oh yeah Roland
You're so very good at that
When you eat that chicken
You can make it sense a time
Got the needy seat
In the real mean style
Honking on the corner
In alligator shoes
Swallowed baby Sue
OK Roland
OK Roland
OK Roland
OK Roland
Alright Roland
OK Roland
In a better waterproof
Oh yeah, Roland
When your beauty hit the roof
Routy touty routy
When the upper bee do fly
Stretching time and gentlemen
Make it 'til you cry
Siren tell the hornet
Go and sting the bees
If you want a scare in all the land
She can have it
OK Roland
OK Roland
OK Roland
OK Roland
She put on the light in the middle of the night
The wet stuff's here let's go
I grabbed a sock, I called the Doc
He told me "Don't be slow"
I got down there with time to spare
And then I sat on pins
Until the doctor shook my hand
And told me "You've got twins"
Twenty tiny fingers
Twenty tiny toes
Two angel faces
Each with a turned up nose
One looks like the mummy
With the cutest little curl on top
The other one got a big a bald spot
Exactly like his pop
Pop, pop,
Pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Oh, we got the bibs and the bottle and cribs
'Round our dear old flat
No time to see what's on TV
Nowhere to hang my hat
We won't go wrong, we are never done
It's like a steeple chase
Well they came in, and they took over
Like they own the place
Twenty tiny fingers
Twenty tiny toes
Two angel faces
Each with a turned up nose
One looks like the mummy
With the cutest little curl on top
The other one got a big a bald spot
Exactly like his pop
Pop, pop,
Pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Twice the laundry, twice the bibs
Twice the baby-grows
Double this and double that
Oh, how the money goes
Mum and me we both agree
When all is said and done
We've got twice the headache
And we got double fun
Twenty tiny fingers
Twenty tiny toes
Two angel faces
With a turned up nose
One looks like the mummy
With the cutest little curl on top
The other one got a big a bald spot
Exactly like his pop
Pop, pop,
Pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
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