Subject: Lyr Add: OURS! OURS! OURS! OURS!... (Alex Glasgow)
From:
DMcG
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 04:12 PM
OK, This is from the LP 'Now and Then' by Alex Glasgow
Ours! Ours! Ours! Ours! Ours!
When its ours, Jackie boy, When its ours
There'll be changes, bonny lad, when its ours
When us colliers take control, no more 12 inch seams of coal
No more means test, no more dole
When its ours, all ours
(Y'know, I saw Manny Shinwell looking at Seaham colliery
- You saw Manny Shinwell looking at Seaham colliery? What did he say?
Mine, all mine!)
When its ours, Gordie lad, when it ours
Man, what glorious times we'll have when its ours
What does the future hold for me?
-You can retire at 23!
-On full pension?
Naturally!
When its ours, all ours (so, I gans on holiday to the South of France, an' I sez to the waiter "Have you got frogs legs? "Mais oui, hinny" he sez. "Right", I sez, "hop off and fetch us some nice pease puddin') WHen its ours, Jackie boy, when its ours
I've got plans, bonny lad, when its ours
By, We'll really live it up, only best champagne we'll sup
While Newcastle win the cup, when its ours all ours (Ah say, Geordie, did you gan an' see Newcastle play last Saturday?
- Nah, why they didn't come to see me when I was bad)
When its ours, Geordie lad, when its ours
Man, the wife'll be reet glad when its ours
Tell me Jackie, whats in store? What will she be grateful for?
Why, I'll stop in bed, wi' her
When its ours, all ours (So I sez to the gaffer, can I have the day off, the wife expecting a bairn? Why, certainly, he sez. Whens the baby due?
- I said in Nine months time)
When its ours, Jackie boy, when its ours
We'll be masters, bonny lad, when its ours
We may step lightly on the grass, to let Lord Londonderry pass
Then we'll kick him up .. the ...path,
When its ours, all ours! (So, Lord Londonderry had this dream
- Lord Londonderry had a dream?
Aye, he dreamed he was making an important speech in the house of Lords, an' when he woke up - he was)
When its ours, Jackie boy, when its ours
Oh, what holidays we'll have, when its ours
California! Sante Fe!
Winter sports, an' St Tropez!
An' to hell with Whitley Bay,
When its ours, all ours!
When its ours, Geordi lad, when its ours
There'll changes bonny lad, when its ours
- Are you sure we'll be all right? Is the future really bright?
(Oh, for God's sake, man) We've won this bloody fight
An its ours, all ours!
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