The unsound approach

Fairytale of Dawlish Warren

(sing along, open in a new window and listen in the background - it'll make it better)

It was bonfire eve tom
On the seafront
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
That rare old murrelet
I turned my face away
And dreamed about stu

Got on a lucky break
Came back within a week
I’ve got a feeling
This ticks for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got wingbars big as cars
And markings so bold
and when I saw it on the web
I thought it was odd
When I emailed it to you
You hadn’t a clue
So I sacked it off
And waited for you

You were handsome
You were pretty
King of Preston-le-Fylde
When the bird finished showing
They howled out for more
Bonser was ticking,
All the digiers were blasting
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the Blackpool Tower choir
Were singing Colwyn Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For shots by Kit Day

You’re a turd
You like birds
I’m so lost for words
You're ticking so many, it's giving me a semi
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
Your Western Pal list
Can't tick them all alone
Ive built my dreams around you

Happy Christmas (you bunch of bastards)