John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
John Cooper Clarke
Read the paper - humdrum
Henley Regatta - page one
Eat die - ho hum
Page three - big bum
Giving a lunatic a loaded gun
He walks - others run
Thirty dead - no fun
Foreigners feature as figures of fun
Do something destructive chum
Sit right down - write a letter to the Sun
Say... "Bring back hangin' for everyone"
They took my advice - they brought it back
National costume was all-over-black
There were corpses in the avenues and cul-de-sacs
Piled up neatly in six-man stacks
Hanging from the traffic lights and specially made racks
They'd hang you for incontinence and fiddling your tax
Failure to hang yourself justified the axe
A deedely dee, a deedely dum
Looks like they brought back hangin' for everyone
The novelty's gone - it's hell
This place is a - death cell
The constant clang of the funeral bells
Those who aren't hanging are hanging someone else
The peoples pay - the paper sells
It's plug ugly - sub-animal yells
Death is unsightly - death smells
Swingin' Britain - don't put me on
They're gonna bring back the rope for everyone