Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Gilbert O’Sullivan
Heart beat low heat no heat at all
Question unanswered and I recall
Haves that have no qualms what arses they lick in taking their pick
Doesn't It make you sick
One day
Tuesday
Three days
Or more
Looked for a job saw one framed in a store
Rushed into buy it but I was too quick
Doesn't it make you sick
At no time in my mind are Wheelchairs inept Governments tell you with charm
When faced with a stairway here's what they advice
Just walk with it under your arm
Who are what are where are the few
Always it's arabs hated by jews
Bombing your neighbor with mortar and brick
Doesn't it make you sick
At no time in my mind are Wheelchairs inept Governments tell you with charm
When faced with a stairway here's their advise
Just walk with it under your arm
No doubt sauerkraut is a racist remark
So to is Blackpool long after dark
Have nots deprived of their mortar and brick
Doesn't it make you sick
Doesn't it make you sick
And suppose If I'm a atheist
It's God I'll thank
Doesn’t It Make You Sick (Mortar & Brick) was written by Gilbert O’Sullivan.