From a youth of waste
A life of mess
It's a prize to be able to
Express myself
But first:
My name is Kevin Rowland
I'm the leader of the band
Herein I wish to clarify
Relate
And state my plans
Tales from near and foreign parts
But my friends before we start
I would like to call upon
PC Barrington
Well now
There's no point in punishing
The guilty with their crimes
I've been chastised so many times
I get bitter more every time
PC Barrington and me
We're inclined to disagree
He does not see things like I do
[ . . . . ]
Y'see
I'm not pleading ignorance
Of fundamental things
Politics must be dealt with
But they should not be dwelt in
[ . . . . ]
[Spoken]:
Yeah, well, I thought a little
Joke might be a good idea,
Just to sorta, I dunno,
Kick off the proceedings,
As it were, y'know,
Whattaya think, good idea?
[Voices agree]
Yeah, did you ever hear the one
About the, um, y'know, the
Middle-class idiots, who, who,
Sorta, spend all their time
a***yzing their own emotions,
And writing bullshit poetry,
Y'know, that we're supposed to read,
[Laughter begins]
I mean, as if we're f*****' interested!
[Laughter]
(That's a good one!)
Y'like that one, eh?
(Where did ya hear that one?)
Um . . .
(Did'ja make it up yourself
A life of mess
It's a prize to be able to
Express myself
But first:
My name is Kevin Rowland
I'm the leader of the band
Herein I wish to clarify
Relate
And state my plans
Tales from near and foreign parts
But my friends before we start
I would like to call upon
PC Barrington
Well now
There's no point in punishing
The guilty with their crimes
I've been chastised so many times
I get bitter more every time
PC Barrington and me
We're inclined to disagree
He does not see things like I do
[ . . . . ]
Y'see
I'm not pleading ignorance
Of fundamental things
Politics must be dealt with
But they should not be dwelt in
[ . . . . ]
[Spoken]:
Yeah, well, I thought a little
Joke might be a good idea,
Just to sorta, I dunno,
Kick off the proceedings,
As it were, y'know,
Whattaya think, good idea?
[Voices agree]
Yeah, did you ever hear the one
About the, um, y'know, the
Middle-class idiots, who, who,
Sorta, spend all their time
a***yzing their own emotions,
And writing bullshit poetry,
Y'know, that we're supposed to read,
[Laughter begins]
I mean, as if we're f*****' interested!
[Laughter]
(That's a good one!)
Y'like that one, eh?
(Where did ya hear that one?)
Um . . .
(Did'ja make it up yourself