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Well Rosedale it got rained on Back there in ‘98 (or 99!) ‘n’ Nobody flinched Round there at Jayne’s The muddy arsed wore black bags ‘n’ Tarpaulin hats t’ Blowheads didn’t notice As they danced their own dance ‘n’ The dreamers ‘n’ the schemers Well they took their own chance The poet he kept running And looking at his watch, Ragged children loved his jumper They counted every patch Naked Manikins they got bleary With a leerin’ Cheshire grin As Chloe Doody’s roustabouts Said, “Baby come on in” A collection of the well known Wi’ Dirk ‘n’ Phil ‘n’ Baz Kickin’, unconventional, It’s innovative jazz Slim ‘n’ dark, she took to swirlin’ Round the weave of smoky blues Inveigled on our senses Which we swore we’d never lose The sound cut just like razor blades Really bled our cool If y’wanna touch y’sexuality Hey Baby here’s a tool Well Rosedale it got rained on Back there in ’98 ‘n’ nobody flinched Round there at Jayne’s I’m still there in that moment Give them an ovation (or – Hearin’ that ovation) To this smoky, wicked weavin’ Yeh Chloe Doody Persuasion |
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