Bad Review

[00:08.28] Re: Our gig at Deptford Abyss
[00:13.65] Who the hell does Jeff Dreadnought think he is?
[00:21.05] Was he even there? (I ask myself)
[00:27.47] Does he even care? (don't kid yourself)
[00:31.02] Wait 'til our PR men hear of this
[00:36.51] It's a bad review, we got a bad review ...oh Lord
[00:43.71] It's a bad review – wotta we gonna do? ...oh Lord
[00:51.04] I can't walk down the street 'cos other groups I might meet, and they'll smirk
[00:57.46] Oh, it's a rum old do, is a bad review ...oh Lord
[01:04.72] And my girlfriend's fuming
[01:10.12] You hacks don't know where it's at
[01:19.23] You can't appreciate the master of the Strat
[01:26.51] Not that I'm concerned ('course you're not)
[01:31.97] Your paper's full of crap ('course it is)
[01:35.62] I only read the gig guide anyway
[01:41.93] It's a bad review, a b-b-b-bad review ...oh Lord
[01:48.33] We got a bad review, I can't believe its true ...oh Lord
[01:56.58] Well I know what you look like, so don't ever come near Stroud,
[02:02.85] Page 32, it's a bad review ...oh Lord
[02:09.29] My girlfriend's fuming
[02:13.84] OK – let's go to chapel
[02:35.69] Oo-oo – what's to do? It's a bad review
[02:42.87] Oo-oo – what's to do? It's a bad review
[02:49.28] The fearsome hollow boom of the older boys in the deep end
[02:53.78] The green shoots of recovery shrivelled up in harsh tomorrows
[02:57.40] Left to pick dry sticks and mumble to myself
[03:00.13] A melancholy emblem of parish cruelty
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