Spike Milligan

I wish I were Spike Milligan
A murderer, a hooligan
Irish bastard
Just like mustard
Not to everybody's taste
How I miss Spike Milligan's
Silly old shenanigans
From a hilltop
From a grave
Marlene Dietrich needs a shave
Free as a bird
You were chained to the ground
Are you happy now, at last
With the sweet, sweet silence
Free is just a word
Just a crippled man's illusion
The only thing that's true
Is the sweet, sweet, sweet
Silence
I wish I were Spike Milligan
A murderer, a hooligan
Irish bastard
Just like mustard
Not to everybody's taste
Not to everybody's taste



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Writer(s): Jouni Petteri Laakso, Rauno Juhani Salminen, Jari Olavi Sirnio
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