Nottamun Town Return Songtext
von Steve Tilston
Nottamun Town Return Songtext
In Luddenum Town not a soul would look up.
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down.
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down.
To show me my way out of Luddenham town.
I saw a buffoon, a blonde headed mayor.
Rattling his chains and going nowhere.
Rattling his chains and going nowhere.
Eyes cold as ice, but blowing hot air.
Saw a man with two faces pedalling two wheels.
A tame pack of hounds hot on his heels
Hey Tally Ho! Hold the front page news.
Behind him a limousine bringing his shoes.
Saw sons and daughters rise to their feet.
Taking their empty bowls into the street.
And those who had gobbled their own cake for free.
Ordered them kettled without any tea.
Saw the Prince and his duchess wave from their car.
The crowd it waved back with insults and snarls.
Drive from the nightmare, back to the dream.
Back to the Duchy and rich, clotted cream
Bought a one way ticket, no turning back.
The right kind of snow, but the wrong kind of track.
Only one train that had not broken down.
Soon I was heading for Nottamun town.
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down.
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down.
To show me my way out of Luddenham town.
I saw a buffoon, a blonde headed mayor.
Rattling his chains and going nowhere.
Rattling his chains and going nowhere.
Eyes cold as ice, but blowing hot air.
Saw a man with two faces pedalling two wheels.
A tame pack of hounds hot on his heels
Hey Tally Ho! Hold the front page news.
Behind him a limousine bringing his shoes.
Saw sons and daughters rise to their feet.
Taking their empty bowls into the street.
And those who had gobbled their own cake for free.
Ordered them kettled without any tea.
Saw the Prince and his duchess wave from their car.
The crowd it waved back with insults and snarls.
Drive from the nightmare, back to the dream.
Back to the Duchy and rich, clotted cream
Bought a one way ticket, no turning back.
The right kind of snow, but the wrong kind of track.
Only one train that had not broken down.
Soon I was heading for Nottamun town.
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