Warts 'n' Audience
Released April 1991
A live recording from the Brixton Academy, London on the 22nd
December 1990
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Side 1 |
Side 2 |
* Bonus tracks on the CD release - originally issued with the LP
as two tracks on a free single
(It is interesting to note the different lyrics where the songs are
sung live - particularly where Ian gets the words wrong!)
Hello
Hello
Is this thing working? Hello?
(tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,
tap)
Is this fucking microphone working?
Hello, hello, can you hear me?
Can we, can we have the Blockheads on stage, please?
Blockheads, please, on stage
Can we have the Blockheads on stage, please? Thank you, thank you
Can we have the Blockheads on stage, please? Thank you
Can we have the Blockheads on stage, please?
Can we have them on?
Don't fuck about!
I come awake
With a gift for womankind
You're still asleep
The gift don't seem to mind
Rise on this occasion
Halfway up your back
Sliding down your body
Touching your behind
You look so self-possessed
I won't disturb your rest
It's lovely when you're sleeping
But wide awake is best
Yoww!
Wake up and make love with me
Wake up and make love
Wake up and make love with me
I don't want to make you
I'll let the fancy take you
And you'll wake up and make love
Yoww!
You come awake
In a horny morning mood
Have a proper wriggle
In the naughty naked nude
Roll against my body
Get me where you want me
What happens next is private
It's also very rude
I'll go and get the post
And make some tea and toast
You have another sleep, love
It's me that needs it most
Yoww!
Wake up and make love with me
Wake up and make love
Wake up and make love with me
I don't want to make you
I'll let the fancy take you
And you'll wake up and make love
Wake up and make love with me
Wake up and make love
Wake up and make love with me
Wake up and make love
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Just 'cos I ain't never had no nothing
worth having never ever never, never, never ...
Just 'cos I ain't never had no nothing worth having never ever
never, never, never, never, never, ever
You ain't got no call not to think I wouldn't I'm fall into thinking that I
ain't too, clever
And it ain't not having one thing nor not another either neither is it anything
I haven't ever had, whatever
And it ain't not knowing that there ain't nothing owing that I answer to the
name, of Trevor
However
Just 'cos I ain't never said no nothing worth saying never ever never never
never never
Things have been read into what I never said till me mouth becomes me head
which ain't very intelligent (ha ha ha ha ha ha)
And it's not not saying one thing nor not another either neither is it anything
I haven't ever said, whatever
And it ain't not proving that there ain't nothing moving though nothing or
nothing, of Trevor
However
Knock me down with a feather, Clever Trevor
Widebrows wonder whether Clever Trevor's clever
Either have they got, nor neither have they not
Got the right to make a clot out of Trevor
Why should I feel bad about something I ain't had
Such stupidiness is mad
Nothing underfoot leaves nothing less to add
To a load of old toot
I ain't half not half glad 'cos there's nowhere to put it even if I had
I'm a bit of a Jack the Lad, on the other hand
Knock me down with a feather, Clever Trevor
Widebrows wonder whether Clever Trevor's clever
Either have they got, nor neither have they not
Got the right to make a clot out of Trevor
Also, it takes much longer to get up North with Davey Payne on saxophone
Dedicated to the one I love ... yeah
In the mirror, when I'm debonair
My reactions are my own affair
A body likes to be near the bone
Oh Nancy, Leslie, Jack and Joan
I die when I'm alone, alone
Shake your booty when your back is bent
Put your feelings where my mouth just went
As serious as things do seem
At least you've put me on the team
And friends, do rule, supreme, OK
Oh, join in with me (inbetweenies)
With a capital 'C' (inbetweenies)
And who would have thought (inbetweenies)
With a capital nought (inbetweenies)
In between the lines
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Spread your chickens when you think of next (inbetweenies, inbetweenies)
What the Dickens if they're highly-sexed
Through channels that were once canals
Do lift the heart of my morale
To know that we are pals
Oh, vanity fair (inbetweenies)
With a capital 'V' (inbetweenies)
You give me a share (inbetweenies)
You take it from me (inbetweenies)
Oh jolly good show (inbetweenies)
With a capital 'O' (inbetweenies)
It's terrific to go (inbetweenies)
Hellooo (inbetweenies)
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
Ow!
Barney Beanies, ultra marinees
Inbetweenies, inbetweenies, inbetweenies, inbetweenies,
inbetweenies
(Whistle) Can you hear me?
If I was ...
If I was with a woman she'd wonder what was happening
Little things would slowly go askew
If I was with a woman I'd make her quite unhappy
Specially when she did not want me to
If I was with a woman I'd never ask her questions
But if she did not want me to I would
If I was with a woman she'd soon become unsettled
I'd make quite sure she never understood
Look at them laughing
Look at them laughing
Look at them laughing
Laughing, laughing
If I was with a woman I'd make believe I loved her
And all the time I would not like her much
If I was with a woman she'd soon become ..... oh bollocks
I'd show here but I would not let her touch
If I was with a woman she'd have to learn to cherish
The purity and depth of my disdain
If I was with a woman she'd have a strange encounter
Again, again and again
Look at them laughing
Look at them laughing
Look at them laughing
Laughing, laughing
I've been with a woman, she took away my spirit
No woman's coming close to me again
I've been with a woman, she took away my spirit
No woman's coming close to me again
Look at them laughing
Look at them laughing
Look at them laughing
Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing,
Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing,
Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing
Laughing, laughing
Good evening, I'm from Essex
In case you couldn't tell
My given name is Dickie
I come from Billericay
And I'm doing (very well)
Had a love affair with Nina
In the back of my cortina
A seasoned-up hyena
Could not have been more obscener
She took me to the cleaners
And other misdemeanours
But I got right up between her
Rum and her Ribena
You ask Joyce and Vicky
If candy-floss is sticky
I'm not a bloody thickie
I'm Billericay Dickie
And I'm doing (very well)
I bought a lot of Brandy
When I was courting Sandy
Took eight to make her randy
And all I had was shandy
Another thing with Sandy
What often came in handy
Was passing her a mandy
She didn't half go bandy
You ask Joyce and Vicky
If I ever shaped up tricky
I'm not a flipping thickie
I'm Billericay Dickie
And I'm doing very well
I'd rendezvous with Janet
Quite near the Isle of Thanet
She looked more like a gannet
She wasn't half a prannet
Her mother tried to ban it
Her father helped me plan it
And when I captured Janet
She bruised her pomegranate
You ask Joyce and Vicky
Who's their favourite brickie
I'm not a fucking thickie
I'm Billericay Dickie
And I'm doing very well
You should never hold a candle
If you don't know where it's been
The jackpot is in the handle
On a normal fruit machine
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky
If I ever shaped up tricky
I'm not a bleeding thickie
I'm Billericay Dickie
And I'm doing very well
Oh golly, oh gosh
Come and lie on the couch
With a nice bit of posh
From Burnham-on-Crouch
I'm not a bloody thickie
I come from Billericay
And I ain't a slouch
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky
About Billericay Dickie
I not a bloody thickie
I'm Billericay Dickie
I'm doing very well!
Hello there, how are you?, Fuck off!
Quiet! (plop-plops)
Oh nothing, how charming, how horrible
Quiet! (big jobs)
Excuse me, excuse me, get right out of the way
Quiet! (ar-arse)
Quiet! You're making such a racket
Quiet! Why must you be so loud?
Quiet! It's costing me a packet
Quiet! Persistent louts and clowns
Oh lovely, how wonderful, how horrible
Quiet! (drip drips)
Your highness, your worships, you bollock
Quiet! (fruit juice)
Oh Brixton, oh Stockwell, oh Blackoff
Quiet! (wee-wees)
Quiet! This lot make such a ding ding
Quiet! Stop this unholy row
Quiet! No one else is listening
Quiet! You will be told and how
Get back on mummy's lap
There may well be chastisements if you do not shut your trap
Just sit quite still
Face front or fold arms
It's making such a deaf-o
Quiet! Why don't you please keep quiet?
Quiet! Shut up you little horrors
Quiet! Utterly sick and tired
Quiet!
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Norman? Norman!, Norman, play the bass,
man
My old man wore three piece whistles
He was never home for long
Drove a bus for London Transport
He knew where he belonged
Number 18 down to Euston
Double decker move along
Double decker move along
My old man
Later on he drove a Roller
Chauffeuring for foreign men
Dropped his aitches on occasion
Said, "Cor blimey" now and then
Did the crossword in the Standard
At the airport in the rain
At the airport in the rain
My old man
He wouldn't ever let his governer
Call him 'Billy', 'cos he was proud
Personal reasons make a difference
His last boss was allowed
Perhaps he had to keep his distance
Made a racket when he rowed
Made a racket when he rowed
My old man
My old man
My old man was fairly handsome
He smoked too many cigs
He lived in one room in Victoria
He was tidy in his digs
Had to have an operation
When his ulcer got too big
When his ulcer got too big
My old man
Seven years went out of the window
We met as one to one
We didn't have time to do much talking
A friendship had begun
All the time we thought about each other
All the best mate, from your son
All the best mate, from your son
My old man
My old man
Johnny, Johnny .....
One, two, three,
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
I'm spasticus, I'm spasticus
I'm spasticus autisticus
Wiggle when I piddle
'Cos my middle is a riddle
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Dribble when I scribble
And I quibble when I nibble
Hello to you out there in Normal Land
You may not comprehend my tale or understand
As I go past your window give me lucky looks
You can read my body, you'll never read my books
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Knobbled on the cobbles
Hobble when I wobble
Swim!
Get up! Get up! Get up! Get down! Fall over!
So place your hard earned peanuts in my tin
And thank the Creator you're not in the state I'm in
So long have I been languished on the shelf
I must give all proceedings to myself
I'm spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
54 appliances in leather and elastic
100,000 thank yous from 27 ...
Spastics, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
I'mmmmmmmmm ................... spasticus!
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus, sparticus
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus, sparticus
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus, spasticus
Spasticus autisticus
Spasticus!
ARSEHOLES! BASTARDS! FUCKING! CUNTS! AND PRICKS!
Aerosol, the bricks
A lawless brat from a council flat - oh, oh
A little bit of this and a little bit of that - oh, oh
Dirty tricks
From the Mile End Road
To the Matchstick Beacontree
Pulling strokes and taking liberties
She liked it best when she went up west - oh, oh
You can go to hell with your "well, well, well" - oh, oh
Who said good things always come in threes?
Reds and yellow purple blues and green
She turned the corner before she turned fifteen
She got into a mess on the NHS - oh, oh
It runs down your arms and settles in your palms - oh, oh
Keep your eyeballs white and keep your needle clean
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
Her tits had dropped, her arse was getting spread
She lost some teeth, she nearly lost her head
Then she did some smack with a Chinese chap - oh, oh
Affair began with Charlie Chan - oh, oh
Just before she really lost her head
Now she owns a showroom down the Mile End Road
Her outer garments are the latest mode
Siamese cat in the council flat - oh, oh
The finest grains for my lady's veins - oh, oh
And when it gets out of order, she goes away ...
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-Plaistow p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-Patricia
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-Plaistow p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-Patricia
THERE AIN'T HALF BEEN SOME CLEVER BASTARDS
Noel Coward was a charmer
As a writer he was Brahma
Velvet jackets and pyjamas
The Gay Divorce and other dramas
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Lucky bleeders
Lucky bleeders
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Noel ...... (mutter, mutter, mumble, mumble)
... must have been a pencil squeezer
He didn't do the Mona Lisa
That was an Italian geezer
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Lucky bleeders
Lucky bleeders
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Einstein can't be classed as witless
He claimed atoms were the littlest
When you did a bit of splittiness
Frightened everybody shitless
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Probably got help from their mum who had help from her mum
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Now that we've had some let's hope that there's lots more to come
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Lucky bleeders
Lucky bleeders
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Well Merlin ...
Segovia
Laa la la la la la la
Tiddly ei tie tie, diddly ei tie, tiddle ei po
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Lucky bleeders
Lucky bleeders
There ain't half been some clever bastards
Lucky bleeders
Lucky bleeders
There ain't half been some clever bastard
Lucky bleeders
Lucky bleeders
There ain't half been some clever ..... bastards
Oi! Oi!
Oi! Oi!
Let me take you there, 'cos I'm going to ... Sweet ...
Sweet Gene Vincent for you
Blue Gene baby
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine
and a black handkerchief?
I miss your sad, Virginia whisper, I miss the voice
that called my heart
Sweet Gene Vincent
Young and old and gone
Sweet Gene Vincent
One, two, three,
Who, who, who slapped John?
White face, black shirt
White socks, black shoes
Black hair, white strat
Bled white, died black
Sweet Gene Vincent
Let the Blue Caps roll tonight
At the Sock Hop Ball in the Union Hall
The bop is their delight
Well here come duck-tail Danny dragging uncanny Annie, the one with the flying
feet
You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease, the beat is reet complete
And the jump-back honey in the dungarees, tight sweater and a pony-tail
Will you guess her age when she comes back-stage, the hoodlums bite their nails
Wilko ...
Black linen trousers and motorsickle boots
And black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
Sweet Gene Vincent
There's one in every town
And the devil drives 'til the hearse arrives
Lay that pistol down
Sweet Gene Vincent
With nowhere left to hide
With lazy skin and ashtray eyes
And perforated pride
So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel
Goodbye to money owed
And when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
And you got to get back on the road
Sweet Gene Vincent
Sweet Gene Vincent
Sweet Gene Vincent
Sweet Gene Vincent
When your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
You got to get back on the road
(Buzzzzzzz, Buzzzzzzz)
I could be the driver an articulated lorry
I could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worry
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
I could be the ser ..... in a
teaching full of scholars
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
I chose to play the fool in a nine-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don't mind
I could be a lawyer with stratagems and ruses
I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises
I could be a writer with a growing reputation
I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway station
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
I chose to play the fool in a nine-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don't mind
Where's my whistle?
I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution
I could be an inmate in a long term institution
I could lead to wide extremes, I could do or die
I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gallop by
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
I chose to play the fool in a nine-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don't mind
What a waste! What a waste!
Chose to play the fool in a nine-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don't mind
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don't mind!
Chose to play the fool in a nine-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don't mind
What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What a
waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What a
waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What a waste!
Chose to play the fool in a nine-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don't mind
In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatán
Every woman, every man
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me! Hit me!
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me slowly, hit me quick
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
(laughs)imo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me! Hit me!
Das ist gut, c'est fantastique
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick
It's nice to be a lunatic
Hit me! Hit me! Hit mmmeeee!
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fé
Over the hills to Brixton Academy!
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me! Hit me!
C'est si bon, ist es nicht
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Two fat persons, click, click, click
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, ha, ha, ha, ha
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
I'm gonna, ha, ha, ha, ha, I'm gonna, ha, ha, I'm gonna, ha, ha,
I'm gonna sing
Oi! Oi!
Oi! Oi!
Is there any Blockheads out there?
Alright you Blockheads! Let's have somebody!
You must have seen parties of Blockheads
With blotched and lagered skin
Blockheads with food particles in their teeth
What a horrible state they're in
They've got womanly breasts under pale mauve vests
Shoes like dead pigs' noses
Cornflake packet jacket, catalogue trousers
A mouth what never closes
You must have seen Blockheads in raucous teams
Dressed up after work
They screw their poor old Eileens
Get sloshed, and go berserk
Rotary accessory watches
Hire purchase signet rings
A beauty to the bully boys
No lonely vestige clings
Imagine one puffing and blowing in your ear-hole?
Thoughtful and kind with a well stocked mind
Blockheads can't think very far
Who wants tonight's star prize?
Tonight's star prize is a solid gold Rolex watch
Tonight's star prize
Bigger brained Blockheads often acquire
Black and orange cars
Premature ejaculation drivers
Their soft-top's got roll-bars
"Fill her up," they say the Blockheads
"Stick it where it fucking well hurts!"
Their shapeless haircuts don't enhance
Their ghastly patterned shirts
Why bother at all about Blockheads?
Where ......... (as
you are)
(You're thoughtful and kind with a) well-stocked ...
Who wants tonight's star prize?
Imagine finding one in your laundry basket
Banging nails in your big black dog
Who wants tonight's star prize?
Tonight, why bother at all about Blockheads?
Why should you care what they do?
'Cos after all is said and done
You're all Blockheads too! Ain't ya?
Who wants tonight's star prize?
A Rolex, original Rolex, from Brixton market, you can't get the
batteries
Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads,
Blockheads,
Blockheads, Blockheads (Oh Oi!),
Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads,
(Oh Oi!) Blockheads
(Oh Oi!), Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads,
Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads,
Blockheads
REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL (PART 3)
Why don't you get back into bed?, Why
don't you get back into bed?
Why don't you get back into bed?, Why
don't you get back into bed?
Why don't you get back into bed?, Why
don't you get back into bed? (six)
Why don't you get back into bed? (seven), Why don't you get back into bed? (eight)
Why don't you get back into bed? (nine), Why don't you get back into bed? (ten)
Reasons to be Cheerful - Part 3 - Verse one
Some of Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Jump back in the alley, Hammersmith Palais
The Bolshoi Ballet and equal votes
Daymaker camel, Domineker camels
All other mammals plus equal votes
(Mumble, mumble), I'm fucking light weight
(Mumble, mumble), up your throat
...days when I ain't spotty, too nutty to be naughty
Well after 40 - no electric shocks
The juice of the carrot, the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
(Mumble, mumble), a bit of grin and bear it
You're welcome, we can share it
And yellow socks
(Mumble, mumble), days when I ain't spotty,
Sitting on the potty - curing small pox
Reasons to be cheerful (part)
Reasons to be cheerful (part)
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful , one, two,three
Reasons to be cheerful - Part 3 - Verse two
Health service glasses, gigolos and brassies
Round or skinny bottoms
Take your mum to Paris, lighting up the chalice
Wee Willy Harris
Listening to Rico, Harpo, Groucho, Chico
Bantu Stephen Biko
Cheddar cheese and pickle, the Vincent motorsickle
Slap and tickle
Woody Allen, Dali, Dimitri and Pasquale
Balabalabala and Volare
Something nice to study, phoning up a buddy
Being in my nuddy
Saying hokey-dokey, singalonga Smokey
Coming out of chokey
John Coltrane's soprano, Adi Celentano
Bonar Colleano
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful (part)
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two
Whadda about, whadda about, whadda about, whadda about, whadda
about,
Whadda about, whadda about, whadda about, whadda about, whadda
about,
Whadda about, whadda about, whadda about, whadda about,
What!
Yes, yes, dear, dear, perhaps next year
Or maybe even never
But we're gonna make an album next year, OK?
Woody Allen, Dali, Dimitri and Pasquale
Balabalabala and Volare
Something nice to study, phoning up a buddy
Being in my nuddy
Saying hokey-dokey, singalonga Smokey
Coming out of chokey
John Coltrane's soprano, Adi Celentano
Bonar Colleano
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful (part)
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two...
On guitar
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful (part 3)
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
Copyright details - All compositions written by Ian Dury/ Chaz
Jankel except My Old Man, Billericay Dickie and Plaistow Patricia by Ian
Dury/Steve Nugent and There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards by Ian
Dury/Russell Hardy and What a Waste by Ian Dury/Rod Melvin/Chaz Jankel and
Reasons to be Cheerful by Ian Dury/Davey Payne/Chaz Jankel
Originally published by Blackhill Music
Ltd, now published by Templemill Music Ltd and Warner Chappell Music Ltd.
No infringement of copyright is intended. The purpose of this site
is purely to encourage the sales of Ian Dury and the Blockhead records and
allow fans to appreciate the clever lyrics and sing along with the songs.