Blood On the Rooftops

Dark and grey, 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

Hypnotised 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 twenty three

Then the rain at Lords stopped play

Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again