Hip Meddow Songtext
von The Lancashire Hotpots

Noow Ladies and Gentlemen
The English language
Y′know, it's there to be used, not abused

Well, there′s folks out there, let me tell you
They're just downright lazy
Let me explain to you what I mean here in this song
Here we go

There's a man who on a Sunday
Drives up and down and past our house
In his flat bed transit van
For miles around you can hear him shout

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I can see you′re confused but let me tell you another bloke who does it
C′mon
Come wi' yer dad

Sat on railway station platform sits someone selling local news
To advertise his paper goods he calls the papers name (he won′t choose the chips)
And you know what that papers called don't you?


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Outrageous
But listen, That′s not even them all
There's another one that does it
Listen to this

In a room down Labour Club stands a figure with his mike in hand
For twenty years he′s crooned along
Supported by his backing band

And y'know what they sing don't yer?

(Ace of Spades?)

(Bohemian Rhapsody?)
No

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From the scrap metal man to the newspaper tout
And the Labour Club singers they all want to shout
This wonderful phrase whose meaning can change
But no matter who cries it, it aways sounds the same

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That′s right


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Let′s have a listen to what they're actually saying
C′mon

We say scrap metal
They say
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We say Evening Standard
They say
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We say Unchained Melody
They say
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They're absolutely crackers in′t they
C'mon everybody

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From the scrap metal man
To the newspaper tout
And the Labour club singers they all want to shout
This wonderful phrase whose meaning can change
But no matter who cries it
It always sounds the same

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That′s right, a big one now for end

C'mon

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Beautiful