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 23
Then the rain at Lords stopped play
Seems Helen of Troy
Has found a new face again