Astley In The Noose

Oh, Astley in the noose
He hasn't got a use
But he's trying
Trying to be someone
Trying to take like a man if you can
Sing an old song

Well, I get back to the rope
Wash your mouth out with soap
And if you must sing
Sing an oldie
But sing it quickly
Oh spare me

Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me
Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me

Oh, Astley, it's the truth
My patience's at its roof
It's at its ceiling
It's just this feeling
That given half a choice
A life without your voice seems more appealing

Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me
Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me

But don't take this to heart
It's all to do with art and entertainment
I sing this lament
But from you and from your peers
It's abuse to both me ears
I rest my case here

Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me
Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me

Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me
Don't beg, don't beg
I wouldn't kill you even if you paid me

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Credits
Writer(s): Martin Richard Gilks, Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Robert Jones
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