Reposted with missing verse added.

Copied from LP "Out of Wedlock"

ROBIN HEAD THE PUSHER
(Keith Christmas, as recorded by Fred Wedlock)

'Twas in the forest of She-er-erwood, in the year 12 hundred and 10,
Lived a Pusher by the name of Robin Head, and His band of very merry men,
They lived on nuts and Berri-ees, and occasional spotted de--ee--er.
Doing the Macro-biotic thing, and dispensing oodles of cheer!

The sound of merry laughter, echoed through the forest green
There was old Friar Tuck, with whom nothing rhymes, and Marion the Acid Queen
Said Little John, 'let's have some mead', said Robin 'Oh what's the point?,
I'm tired of doing this Venison thing, let's go and roll a joint!'

Just then there came upon the scene, a band of the Sheriff's men,
Saying 'ello, ello, ello, and what's all this here then?'
You'll have to come along with Us to the palace of the Ki-i-i-ing
And Robin said 'Oh Man don't be so uptight, I'm only doing my thing!'

So Robin bid his men farewell, and to Ma-ri-on gave a kiss,
Then went, with certain substances, for further analysis,
And the news it spread both far and near, and the townsfolk came to see-e-e-ee,
For the man who always gave good deals was of great pop-u-la-ri-ty!

Then Robin was dragged before the throne of Nottingham's terrible king
Who said 'For years We've been after you, and now you'll bloody well swing!
But first before I sentence You, for the evils that you've do-o-o-one
Tell Me what's this 'weed' you grow in the woods? I think I must try some!

(Sloooooooow and rather warbly)

The minutes.... passed.. in si-i-lence, and the air grew somewhat thick!
The Sheriff said 'Ohh the colours Man!' and was promptly horribly sick!
An now Our story has to end, as happily as it bega-a-a-an..
For Robin Deals for the countryside, and the Sheriff does Notting Hammmmmmm!


Don T.