are we rolling?

here we go then

and 1,2, 3

2, 2, 3



a boy was born to Jack and Marge

In 1951

and what is love, is love, is love

and what is done, is done

the baby grew in size and rage

beyond his normal years

and when theres blood on every page

the diary ends in tears



1-2-3-4

and I wont forget the Strangler

hes a lesson to us all

a night in shinning armor

and nearly ten feet tall

I wont forget the 'Strangler

hes the Bournemouth Buckaroo

his freinds will always weep for him

and this I tell you true



I met him up in Finchly the man from TFA

he drove a balck three-tonner containing our PA

he wore a thousand earings and a diamond on his tooth

his multi-hued probosis betrayed a stormy youth

the 'Strangler on his roller-skates was over 6 foot ten

he had a double set of documents in the names of other men

been on the road or off the road a thousand times sinse then

I only wish thered come a chance to do it all again



and I wont forget the Strangler

and nor will many more

salute the Mighty Strangelr

hear the might Strangler roar

I wont froget the Strangler

hes as volotile as wind

if no-ones getting loopy, then no-ones getting chinned



later in the saga, we come to chapter two

of big Pete Rush the 'Strangler, the Bournemouth buckaroo

we hit the road together, the Blockheads and thier crew

a gramm of wiz, a drop of vod, a can of special brew

from Spain to San Fransico we blazed the funky trail

with occational diosbursements to keep the Strangler out of jail

when we got to New York City we had to let him go

cose the dramas going on backstage were better than the show



and I wont forget