AINT IT ALL A BLOODY SHAME. [A01]
Air: She Was Poor But She Was Honest


[First and last verse OR Chorus]
It's the sime the Country over.                 
It's the poor wot rate* the sorngs,        
But it's the middle-class wot sings 'em,                 
Aint there somefink 'ere wot's wrorng.
        [*This must be pronounced rate as 'rite' sounds like 'write'.

They write sorngs abaht the trials,                  
Of the strugglin' workin' bloke,        
But the wri'er and the singer,                 
Never did an 'ornest stroke.

'Ear 'im sing of social evils,                 
Once a week wiv righteous rige,        
Then free of guilt, support the system,                 
Wot denies a decent wige.

In the li'le coun'ry village,                 
Where the effnic singers dwell,        
First they banks the cash we piys 'em,                 
Then they laughs like bloody 'ell.

Singin' orn the bridge at midnight,                 
Protest ballads to the moon,        
Full of booze and indignation,                 
'e's forgort the bloody tune.

And 'e fought that 'e were fireproof,                 
Till 'is jorb went dahn the drine,        
And 'e jined the poorer classes,                 
And 'e never sang agine.

(optional)                 [not used]        
If you do nort like my ditty,                 
You were nort intended to,        
Look nort wiv anger, but wiv pity.                 
For I'm much the sime as you.


© 1994. Ron K Shuttleworth. All rights reserved.
If attributed, any of my songs may be performed, LIVE and without p.a. by anyone,