(So The Boys Got Together And Formed A Band;
Fate Played The Straight Man, And Since Then They've Never Looked Back.)
We arrived at the gig looking rough.
Not happy, We'd all had enough
Of Eight Hours On The Road.
And the Hotel Reception was empty and cold,
With horrid red wallpaper, forty years old.
It stank like a Rhino House.
As We Wave To The People Who Frown
At Our Hair As We Ride Into Town. . .
At Our Hair As We Ride Into Town. . .
And Chalky and Noz set up the gear
At the club where the Do-Pal Show would appear
In Person As Themselves
In Person As Themselves
And Neil, Fred and I played darts for a while
Before we switched on our theatrical smiles
Before we switched on our theatrical smiles
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Has there ever been? I ask You.
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