Stage of Fools

He was pretty good for a fix
The contract had a few flaws
Like a-helping out on the oars
Smuggling girlies and Charlie Claus
In the back of our amps to Saxon shores, I tell ya

We'll see your stage of fools
Dropping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia
She was wearing the dead man's shoes I tell ya
Shoes I tell ya

Out on the Straits of Dover
We could see them rolling in the clover

And Willie swore by the boy in the barrel

He gonna turn those cowsons over

We were billed as the Kings of Fear
From the port of Agadir

The roadie sets up on Hastings Pier

And we all get totaled on pervitin gear, I tell ya



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Writer(s): J S Sutton
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