Blood on the Rooftops Songtext
von Fife Augury

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play
We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day
Won′t you stay?
Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry
The outlook′s fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again

Let's skip the news boy, I'll go make that tea
The Arabs and the Jews boy, too much for me
They get me confused boy, puts me off to sleep
And the thing I hate, oh Lord
Is staying up late, to watch some debate on some nation′s fate


Mesmerized by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised
You won the West in time to be our guest
Name your prize
Drop of wine, a pint of beer dear what′s the time?
The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine
Five past nine

Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring
Streets of San Francisco, a word from Beijing
The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day, oh Lord
For when we got bored we'd have a World War, happy but poor
So let′s skip the news boy, I'll go make that tea
Blood on the rooftops, it′s too much for me
When old Mother Goose stops and they're out for twenty-three
Then the rain at Lords stopped play
Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again