You can hear the whole song—in face, the whole album, I think—at the We7.com. Here's my transcription (this was fun!):


I'VE GOT THESE FLEETWOOD MAC CHICKEN SHACK JOHN MAYALL CAN'T FAIL BLUES
As performed by The Liverpool Scene

Woke up this mornin' and my agent was standin' in my room.
Oh yeah, I woke up this mornin' and my agent and a man from Blue Horizon Records, and Mike and Richard Vernon was standin' in my room, yes they were.
Oh, they said, "You better learn some blues, son, 'cause there's gonna be a boom, a great big boom, daddy!"

I got the Fleetwood-Mac, chicken-shack, John-Mayall, can't-fail blues.
I got the Fleetwood-Mac, chicken-shack, John-Mayall, can't-fail blues, yeah.
I got the Fleetwood-Mac, chicken-shack, John-Mayall, can't-fail blues.

From the deep, deep south of the river Thames,
Bottleneck guitar is the latest trend.
I'm gonna earn more money than I can spend.
I got the blues.
I got the blues, the Fleetwood-Mac, chicken-shack blues.
I got the Fleetwood-Mac, chicken-shack, John-Mayall, can't-fail blues.

I got the Jethro-Tull, bellyful, Savoy-Brown, reach-me-down blues.
I got the Jethro-Tull, bellyful, Savoy-Brown, reach-me-down blues.
I got the Jethro-Tull, bellyful, Savoy-Brown, reach-me-down blues, yeah.

I'm gonna pick that cotton an' do my thing.
Don't know the chords and I just can't sing,
But there's lots of noise and the drums don't swing.
I got the blues.
I got the blues, the Jethro-Tull, bellyful blues.
I got the Fleetwood-Mac, chicken-shack, John-Mayall, can't-fail blues, yeah.

Got money by the spoonful.
Got money by the handful.
Got money by the roomful.
Got money by the bank – full.
I'm with Blue Horizon Records. Ev'rything is gonna be all right.

SOUND of sparse applause.

SOUND EFFECT of something like wooden folding chairs being folded and stacked, continues throughout the following speech:

SPOKEN: I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to hurry out of the hall now, sir, please. I'm afraid— Hurry up, sir, because it's eleven o'clock, and this hall is supposed to be closed at ten-thirty. I'm afraid— I mean, there's no need to take that attitude, sir, and I'm only doing my job. I've been here since eight o'clock this morning, and I shall miss my last bus home if you don't hurry up. I'm afraid— You're being offensive, sir, and I shall have to report this to the manager. [Another voice says something unintelligible, ending with "git."] I fought in the War for the likes of you, and I'm not gonna have....

[Note: "Mayall" is here pronounced to rhyme with "fail."]