Bernard cribbens song. Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back Oh Mrs Brown, well how are you now, I tell you, I've had a shocking time with Ern and his stomach Don't talk to me, my Charlie has gone and fallen down the stairs again, saints preserve us Poor old chap, did he hurt himself well, not as much as Alf that's my cousin Freds boy I learnt from Fred, the doctor said, he'll have to have his kneecaps straight, gor blimey singing Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back Mrs Booze, have you heard the news that woman, you know the very fat one down at the corner Climbed in a truck, got stuck, they think that they never gonna get her out, do tell me Well I had a feller round and gave him a pound, to free her with an oxyacetaline welder Must send along some books, it looks like she's gonna be there quite some time, cor blimey singing Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back Oh Mrs Ware I do like your hair who does it, I go to Madame Pom Pom round by the gas works With all that fruit, it looks so cute, I can't believe it it's really you, like a film star Have you heard dear, a little bird has told me Mrs Tate's expecting her seventh Well glory be, that's three, she's had since Lenny had his tonsils out, cor blimey singing Gossip calypso Gossip calypso Hear all about it yak a yak yak Every woman up at the window Giving out the gossip and getting it back
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come on, come on by goldrush
Come wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la Hoya or get tha f*** off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons That five sided fist-a-gon Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers cold empty ya purse They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells x4 Wepons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that ued to be a library Linin' to the mind cemetery now What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin' They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells x3 Bulls on parade! Come wit it now! Come wit it now! Bulls on parade! x 5
There's a lot of things they tell interviewers, some of them are: It's the name of a Finnish footballer, it stands for 'Big Imagination For Feeling Young 'Cos Life Yearns Real Optimism', it's the name of an ex Ayr United footballer, one of them once owned a Cliff Richard pen (Cliffy Biro) and it somehow got switched round on a drunken night out.
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Yonder Come DayYonder Come Day, day is a breakin,Yonder Come Day, Oh my soul,Yonder Come Day, day is a breakin,Yonder Come Day, day is a breakin,Sun is a risin in my soul.