Words & Music – Graham Dixon – (Trouble at’ Mill) If you’re feeling art- farty on a Sunday With the need to go and have a sing or play Take your guitar in your hand And head out for the sand Along the road that goes out Southport way
If your farty isn’t arty but it’s clarty You’re going to wish you’d gone before you came Once you’ve got there it’s too late You’ll just have to cogitate Because it’s difficult to know just who’s to blame
The folkies their they make you feel real welcome There’s Clive and Chris and Peter and Siobhan There’s plenty room to park the car And real ale behind the bar Trouble is you’ve got to stand up to perform
It’s a real eclectic mix, all types of music There’s jigs and reels and folk and rock and blues Whatever you want to play It’sbound to be OK Just make sure you don’t want to do your number twos
Because you can’t have a crap at The Bothy So squeeze your cheeks and hold it in your vent There’s nowhere to shit When you want to have a shit Cause they’ve oly got urinals in the gens Bum bum