Blood On The Rooftops

Dark and gray, 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 make some 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

Hypnotized by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised

You've won the West in time to be our guest

Name your prize

Drop of wine, a glass 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 Peking

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, too much for me

When old Mother Goose stops, they're out for 23

Then the rain at Lords stopped play

Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again