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Mother Knows Best
01:58
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Mother knows best
Not at the kitchen table
When your face is a mess
From marmalade ladles
Your mother knows, your mother knows what’s best
Mother knows best
Just How to make the gravy
So you relax and rest
And don’t you wake the baby
Your mother knows your mother knows what best
Mother knows best
Just how to crisp the spuds up
And make dripping on bread
Just to clog your fathers heart up
Your mother knows your mother knows what best
Mother knows best
Mother knows best
Mother knows best
Just how to bake the raisins
In the biscuits and cakes
That always smell amazing
Your mother knows your mother knows what’s best
Mother knows best
Mother knows best
Mother knows best
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2. |
The Devil You Know
02:57
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The devil you know
The devil you dont
The hope that you will
The knowing you won’t
The devil may care
Then you’re on your own
A reason to hope
A reason to climb
The end of the rope
The end of the line
I wonder what the day bring
I wonder if your bird can sing
I wonder if the kettles boiled
The milk is spoiled
And winking back at me
I’m waiting for the phone to ring
They could be saying anything, god knows
I’m waiting for the grass to sing
Stitch me up
I’m waiting for the fuzz to sting
I’m waiting for the bell to ring
Taking me to hell to sell my soul
Trade it for a life of hits
get back from the grave in 1966
The devil you know
The devil you dont
The hope that you will
The knowing you won’t
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3. |
Loose Tea In Disguise
02:41
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write what you think
in invisible ink
make sure to dot all the teas
put in the boot
with a mellotron flute
make sure to cross all the eyes
Loose tea in disguise
You’re waiting for the pot to boil
In front of your eyes it’s only loose tea in disguise
Loose tea in disguise
Stirring up a cloud of milk
With a biscuit surprise it’s only loose tea in disguise
Chimpanzees at the Joanna
Bashing out Brahms and Liszt
One lump or two me old China
smashed with two grasping fists
Faded Victorian grandeur
Pith helmet falls to the floor
Sugar cubes melt and meander
Was that a knock at the door?
Sweeney in disguise
Feeling like a chocolate box with some googley eyes
It’s only loose tea in disguise
Loose tea in disguise
You’re waiting for the pot to boil
In front of your eyes it’s only loose tea in disguise
Loose tea in disguise
Stirring up a cloud of milk
With a biscuit surprise it’s only loose tea in disguise
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4. |
Don't Play The Fool
03:11
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Laying in bed
A voice on my head
Tells there’s more time to borrow
Tells me to get up tomorrow
Staying in bed
A hand on my head
Shakes me to stop drifting under
Wakes me from a golden slumber
Time to go to school
Time to go to school
Don’t you play the fool
Don’t you play the fool
Don’t you play the fool
Won’t you play it cool
Nose in a book
Note in a nose
Knows how it looks
Knows how it goes
Nose in a book
Knows that it Took
Words that seem to pull asunder
Notions of a golden slumber
Don’t you play the fool
Don’t you play the fool
Won’t you play it cool
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5. |
You're A Good Egg
02:58
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You’re a good egg
This breakfast, means breakfast
You’re a good egg
You’re a good egg
A mean breakfast
A newspaper, a malcontent
Stirs his coffee till the spoon is bent
Dirty dishes clatter round his kitchen
His finger’s is itching
You’re a good egg
This breakfast, means breakfast
You’re a good egg
You’re a good egg
A mean breakfast
Another morning for the malcontent
Lady Madonna trying to make the rent
Read the headlines, taxing up his papers, he’ll read it later
In the meadow of a country garden
In the middle of a country garden
I know
Like the leather on a willow thumping
On the pillow of a country bumpkin
I know
You’re a good egg
This breakfast, means breakfast
You’re a good egg
You’re a good egg
A mean breakfast
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6. |
Back In The Unicorn Inn
02:34
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If We’re doing it right my dear
We’re doing alright
So lend me a friendly ear
And sit down tight
Cos If you’re happy and you know it
And you really want to show it
If you’re happy and you know it
We’re doing it right
We’re crossing the Rubicon
With you tonight
We’re back in The Unicorn
For your delight
Cos if we’re happy and you know it
And the drummer doesn’t blow it
If you’re happy and you know it
We’re doing alright
If you’re happy and you know it
We’re doing it right
We’re back in the Unicorn,
On Saturday night
And keeping our comrades warm
And doing it right
Cos If you’re happy and you know it
And you really want to show it
If you’re happy and you know it
We’re doing it right
Solo
Yes If you’re happy and you know it
And you really want to show it
If you’re happy and you know it
We’re doing it right
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7. |
Oh-Blo-Mi, Blo-Mi-Off
02:26
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Polly was a phonie at the polytech
drawing up designs about an architect
Put her dirty mind to set a honey trap
But caught herself a lavender chap
Derrick liked his girls to speak peculiar
with a hint of Essence of petunia
Came to an arrangement that might work instead
So this is what the old man said
oh blow me, blow me up, blow me down, blow me off
Reggae how it used to be
Oh blow me, blow me down, blow me off,
Reggae like it used be
Derick bet the house on a loosing horse
Claimed that he was having a male menopause
Polly put the kettle on and asked for divorce
And this what the old man said
oh blow me, blow me up, blow me down, blow me off
Reggae how it used to be
Oh blow me, blow me down, blow me off,
Reggae like it used be
SOLO
oh blow me, Blow me up, blow me down, blow me off
Reggae how it used to be
Oh blow mi, blow me down, blow me off,
Reggae like it used be
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8. |
One Lump Or Two?
02:27
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Lady Grey, Assam and a Lapsang Souchong
you gotta choose what to brew while the kettle is on
Monday morning papers couldn’t read any worse
But never pour the milk in first
(First) is a teapot and spoonful of leaves
On a Bone china saucer with the greatest of ease
Organoleptic senses starting to whir
But never pour the milk in first
One lump or two?
Oolong, Matcha, and a Masala chai
You never loose what you brew if you never ask why
Who finds the money hiding under the purse
And never pours the milk in first
(First) goes the weasel for the tuppenny rice
You gotta stir in the mir and you’ll feel de rigueur
Friday’s child has got a poem that’s nice
But never dip your bag in twice
One lump or two?
Go and put the kettle on and put yup your feet
On a pouffe, by the sofa with the cat on your seat
One lump or two, it makes no difference to you
But never put the milk first,
Lady Grey, Assam and a Lapsang Souchong
you gotta choose what to brew while the kettle is on
yesterday's papers couldn’t taste any worse
But never pour the milk in first
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9. |
Nothing
02:52
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Nothing on tv today
Nothing on tv but you’ll still have to
Pay your auntie’s licence fee (guitar carries on melody)
Nothing on the bbc
Nothing on the itv god help us
Nothing on but you still fill up your square eyes
Nothing on the side
Nothing on but still they hide the bits they don’t want the plebs to see
They scare you with the TV van
What is inside?
What’s inside?
You never question what’s inside
Never question what’s inside the van
Nothing on the bbc
Nothing on the itv god help us
Nothing on but you till fill up your square eyes
They scare you with the TV van
What is inside?
What’s inside?
You never question what’s inside
Never question what’s inside the van
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10. |
Maxwell House Hotel
03:01
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Maxwell hotel,
In room 25
A psycho killer keeps his victims alive
The guests assembled, inside his head
“You’ll be a long time dead”
The corners turned down
The table was laid
He set a trap for the chamber maid
"Another guest for my breakfast" he said
“You’ll be a long time dead”
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You gotta get that sugar into your head
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You’ll be a long time dead
Later that day,
In room 32
A wealthy heiress sat with nothing to do
She had an invite, to room 25
to have the time of her life
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You gotta get that sugar into your head
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You’ll be a long time dead
Solo
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You gotta get that sugar into your head
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You’ll be a long time dead
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You gotta get that sugar into your head
Wake up and smell the coffee instead
You’ll be a long time dead
You’ll be a long time dead
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When you’re done with playing up on the roof
I know it’s hard, to come back down, and have your tea
When your band is getting long in the tooth
You’re not the first, to hang your spurs, and have your tea
When you cannot drink the fountain of youth
Your throat is parched, It breaks your heart, still you long to hear that your dinners near
Come get your tea
Come get your tea
When mother calls, Come get your tea
When the day is done and you’ve had your fun
It’s always best, to save the rest till after tea
When the band you're in is packing it in
Your throat is dry, you wonder why, till the kettles scream and the mothers cry
Come get your tea
Come get your tea
When mother calls, Come get your tea
Come get your tea
Come get your tea
you wonder why, till the kettles scream and the mothers cry -
Solo
Come get your tea
Come get your tea
When mother calls, see them running home over garden walls
Come get your tea
Come get your tea
When mother calls, see them bouncing home with their boots and balls
Come get your tea
Come get your tea
When mother calls, and the baby wakes and she climbs the walls
Come get your tea
Come get your tea
When mother calls, and then father comes in his overalls
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Nick Frater Croydon, UK
Croydon based songwriter/producer/multi-instrumentalist.
Specialising in 60s/70s inspired power-pop.
Making them like that anymore!
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