7" Singles

We got the seven inch single, the long play now

Burn the twelve inch disco mix

Just put it on the jukebox, grab yourself a lager

See what the needle predicts

We had the country and western, a dodgy little section

With Jerry Lee Lewis and gang

From a Jack to a King to ??? wing

But still the whole tavern, they sang

Dolly Parton was queen

Billy Joel or The Boss

We were uptown, downtown, little bit of Motown

With Marvin Gaye or Diana Ross

All the punters would sing

You'd be joining in too

Red, Red Wine, Everybody Hurts

And Don't it Make Your Brown Eyes Blue

So, barman, don't be a tease

Now we're down on our knees

Plug that Wurlizter back in

For the hes and the shes

Well, we're begging you please

For the Peters and Lees

Stick another fifty P in

And make it out and out cheese

Then there were the tightwads, go up to the jukebox

Put in solitary five P

Worked out the Pink Floyd, anything by Meatloaf

Was longer than your ten CC

Arguing when the B side's better than the A side

Denying one you actually put on

Pretending that you hate it, you don't even rate it

But catch yourself singing along

Neil Diamond was king

Elton John number one

It was the working class hymn book, the one congregation

The church really wished to be gone

We sang Give Peace a Chance

With Yoko Ono and John

Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting

And Where Have All the Boot Boys Gone

So, barman, don't be a tease

Now we're down on our knees

Plug that Wurlizter back in

For the hes and the shes

Well, we're begging you please

For the Peters and Lees

Stick another fifty P in

And make it out and out cheese

So, barman, don't be a tease

Now we're down on our knees

Plug that Wurlizter back in

For the hes and the shes

Well, we're begging you please

For the Peters and Lees

Stick another fifty P in

And make it out and out cheese