I have a couple of records of Jospeh Spence, one of which contains the song Conch Ain't Got No Bone. Long ago I thought to myself, this sounds like a song of great sexual imagery and no doubt one that I should learn. Joseph sang it of course in his own inimitable and therefore totally unintelligble way, leaving me up a creek without a conch (which is doubtless another sexual metaphor). Undaunted, I later came across a Ry Cooder record with the song on in the high expectation of getting the words. Alas it was not to be - he did only an instrumentall version. I remain conchless (and possible unconchionable!).

Nice to hear this seasonal song though.

Mick