Tony Skinner's Lad Songtext
von Robb Johnson

′Cause we can't accept the nostril
But we′ve got to wait and go to sleep for 4 or 5 years
Until there's a Parliamentary Election and then the sun will shine
You get the bus at 6 a.m. for Parkhurst from Clay Cross.
You get bus 'cause you′re your fathers son
Your sitting on a park bench watching rhodidendrums bloom
Singing Gracie Fields ′cause you're your mothers son
And they wonder, whats he after, making trouble, what′s his game?
This one can't be bought, this one can′t be had.
Keep your eye on this one
He's Tony Skinner′s lad.


Tony Skinner's lad
You get the Clay Cross Council chair
Put that chain away
You're not standing up for me, sit down
Onto the Palace of varieties
It′s just your place of work
And your jobs standing up for those done down
And they wonder, what′s he after, making trouble, what's his game?
This one can′t be bought, this one can't be had
Keep your eye on this one
He′s Tony Skinner's lad
Tony Skinner′s lad
Get the bus at 6 a.m.
Parkhurst Clay Cross, Bolsover, Westminster here we come
To win for working people what they're owed for what they've lost
You do the work ′cause you′re your fathers son
And they wonder, What's he after?
Making trouble, Whats his game?
This one can′t be bought, this one can't be had
Keep your eye on this one
He′s Tony Skinner's lad

Most of the major leap forwards that have been made by the working
Class haven′t been made down in the Houses of
Parliament they've been made on the streets of the picket line
And they wonder, what's he after?
Making trouble, what′s his game?
This one can′t be bought, this one can't be had
Keep your eye on this one
He′s Tony Skinner's lad