Carter USM Bot

Whoop bye oh yeah yeah!

Look away Bob Hope

Everytime a churchbell rings, Another angel gets its wings

I'm underage and uninsured, On the High Road to Domestos

Disneyland or dipsomania, Pick a flavour

John Player Special Number 666

The wheels of justice turned, 'til the tyres were bald and burned

The tequila sun is rising, And the Harvey's Bristol moon is sinking

Look away Franklin D Roosevelt

Just about to take the stage, The one-and-only, hold the front page

I'm a G.I. and I'm blue

The tequila sun is rising, And the Harvey's Bristol moon is sinking

Bloodsport for all, said Corporal Flash, And shoved me in a room full of C.S. gas

Mad alsations, pit-bull terrorists, Hammerheaded loan sharks trying out for Jaws 6

Galloway's sore throat expectorant, After-shave and disinfectant

Falling on a bruise

Well I remember Micky Doyle, He shuffled off this mortal coil

It was midnight on the murder mile, Wilson Pickett's finest hour

Now, Sheriff Fatman started out in business as a granny farmer

I need a character witness Jesus I think I'm about to die

We're going down the tracks and off the page, Past the dole, The Silver Blades

I've teamed up with the hippies now, I've got my fringe unfurled

I'm going now to meet my maker, Ignition, clutch, accelerator

I'm going now to meet my maker, Ignition, clutch, accelerator

Awopbopaloobopalopbamboom!

R U B B I S H

And the coldest stream guards of them all, Sang God Save The Queen and Bloodsport For All

I James Robert Injustice, being of unsound body and mind, hereby bequeath all my worldly goods to anyone who wants 'em.

I've been run over by cars, And to prove it here's the scars, On my wrist

Give me the beat boy and free my soul, Fill my pockets up with gold