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A
Ain’t Getting Married In
The Morning
Ain’t Gonna Play No Jazz
No More
B
Badlands
Blues Is Calling Me
Blues Zero Two
Born Again [and the religion
is the blues]
C
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Come Round And See Me
Cry Your Eyes Till They’re
Red
D
Don’t Eat That Cake
Don’t You Turn Your Back
Down In The Deep Freeze
E
Every Night You Turn Away
Everything’s Too Fast
F
First Day In Hell
First Time The Earth Shook
G
Get The Poison Out
Give Me The Money Quick
Goodbye Blues
I
I Ain’t Going Yet
I Am A Man From Lewisham
I Don't Want Another Night
Like That
I Felt So Guilty
I Hate Dogs
I Like Rain
I Love Your Smell
I’m Happy
I’m On A Island
I’m Staying In The Car
I’m Stuck On You
In My Bones
I Took A Walk
I Wanna Be Connected
I Wanna Stay Here
I Want My Tea
J
Jazz Had A Baby (and they
called it avant garde)
L
Like John Lee Said
Looking For Mr Happy
M
My Waters Run Clear
P
Pissed Off Boy
Pointless Adornments
R
Resting On My Bed Of Blues
S
sadtimes.co.uk
Suburbia
T
The Blues Prayer
The Duke And Me
The Tide Is Out
There Is No Lord Up There
This Is A Day To Forget
This Room
Throw Them Blues In The
Recycling Bin
W
When Money’s Really Tight
When The Parents Come To
Stay
Where Are You?
Where Did I Stay Last Night?
White Van Man
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A
AIN'T GETTING MARRIED
IN THE MORNING
Ain’t getting married in
the morning - sun ain’t gonna shine
Ain’t getting married in
the morning - bells ain’t gonna chime
Put out a stopper on any
kind of whopper
- I’m doing fine....
Ain’t gonna be there in the
morning - ain’t gonna spruce up in my prime
Ain’t gonna be there in
the morning - to get aboard that misery line
Don’t want no noose even
if it’s loose
I’d rather do time...
Ain’t Getting Married In
The Morning....
Won’t have to dress up like
a penguin - you won’t be iced up like a cake
Won’t have to dress up like
a penguin - worryin’ that the schedule’s running late
You gotta be a loon to
waste an afternoon
I’m keeping my mind.....
Ain’t Getting Married In
The Morning......
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
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AIN’T GONNA PLAY NO
JAZZ NO MORE
Ain’t Gonna Sing And Play
No Jazz No More!
Ain’t Gonna Sing And Play
No Jazz No More!
Grab my charts and throw
them out the door!
Ain’t gonna - study all those
passing chords!
Ain’t gonna - study all
those passing chords!
I’m bored......!
Ain’t Gonna Sing.....
Ain’t gonna play for those
who analyse!
Ain’t gonna play for those
who analyse!
Give you a breakdown - seen
it with my eyes!
Ain’t Gonna Sing.....
No more Giant Steps for mankind!
No more Giant Steps for
mankind!
I’ve been painting for the
blind!
Ain’t Gonna Sing.....
I’m gonna kick away those
Autumn Leaves!
I’m gonna kick away those
Autumn Leaves!
Jazz Police have got me
on my knees.
Ain’t Gonna Sing.....
© 1995 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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B
BADLANDS
Badlands
Where the homeless drink
Badlands
Where men walk with a limp
Where women’s leg’s are
blue
Where dressing up is ‘nearly
new’
Badlands
Just down the road from
you
Badlands
Shuttered shops that never
close
Badlands
Where a facial is a broken
nose
Graffiti on the wall
Improves the boarded shopping
mall
Badlands
Just down the road from
you
Badlands
Takeaway decay
Badlands
Blowing dust your way
And you just walk on through
You’ll find doo dah ron
ron on your shoe
Badlands
Just down the road from
you
© 1997 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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BLUES IS CALLING ME
Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing
Blow away my tears within
Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing
I need someone to talk to
Tell ‘em everything
But I don’t think that I
ought to
Share this pain within
Tried writing a letter
Addressed to myself
But if I were to read it
It’s goodbye mental health
Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing
Deep is my heart
So low ain’t never been
Torn apart
By everything
Comfort words
Mean nothing to me
From inside
Is the remedy
Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing
All over London
All over the world
There’s a sound
We all have heard
And if you ain’t
Listen to me
And give a thought
To those in need
Blues Is Calling Me
Calling me to sing
© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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BLUES ZERO TWO
We love life
Love it to death
It’s all you got
Till your last breath
But sometimes things
Get on top
Overloaded
Want them to stop
This is when
It’s time to restore
How Do you Do?
Blues Zero Two
Don’t get me wrong
Ain’t too depressed
Sometimes issues
Need to be addressed
The road is long
The pavement tight
In the dark
Ain’t got light
That is when
Faith is renewed
How Do You Do?
Blues Zero Two
Walk with me
Side by side
Always there
Three Six Five
Teaching Me
To Be
To be True
How Do You Do?
Blues Zero Two
© 2001 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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BORN AGAIN [and the
religion is the blues]
Thought the blues had left
me
Gone out the door
But they come creeping
Up thru floor
Making my knees quiver
And my top lip shake
Pulls the hair on my neck
For pity’s sake….
I want more!
I like the feeling!
When the melancholia
starts peeling….
And I’m Born Again
Yes I’m Born Again
I’m Born Again
And the religion is the
blues.
Thought the blues had left
me
When I was H.A.P.P.Y
Felt so good
Band jumped for joy
Made me shout!
Made me sing!
Blues gave me the strength
I could do anything!
I want more!
I like the feeling!
When the melancholia
starts peeling…..
And I’m Born Again
Yes I’m Born Again
I’m Born Again
And the religion is the
blues.
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
111
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C
CLIFF RICHARD SPOKE
TO ME
The world changed for the
better
It had a rose tinted hue
The air was scented perfume
And smiling faces too
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
He said
‘Hi!’
That Walking Talking Livin’
Doll
Top pop sensation
Left me speechless
No time to say ‘ Congratulations’
You wanna hear what he said!?
You wanna hear what he said!?
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me.........
Devil Woman took a Summer
Holiday
Gave Power To All Her Friends
Bachelor Boy took off with
Carrie
But the memory never ends
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
........
It’s So Funny
We Don’t Talk Anymore
We talked so deep
Wished we could talk some
more
You wanna hear what he said!?
You wanna hear what he said!?
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
Cliff Richard Spoke To Me
He said
‘Hi!’
He said -
‘Hi!’
He said -
‘Hi!’
He said -
‘Hi!’
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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COME ROUND AND SEE
ME
Anytime you want
you can come round and see
me
come for morning coffee
or come for afternoon tea
I say that ‘cause I’m lonely
that much I realise
my life is grey and overcast
everyone else got blue skies
Come round for morning coffee!
come round for afternoon
tea!
come round and see me
cos I’m a sad
B.A.S.T.A.R.D.
© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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CRY YOUR EYES TILL
THEY’RE RED
Cry your eyes till they’re
red
No need to hide the pain
inside
Cry your eyes till they’re
red
Rub your hands to the bone
Warm up your skin
Release the pain within
Rub your hands to the bone
Pace yourself up and down
Keep walking on
Till all the pain is gone
And cry your eyes till they’re
red
© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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D
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE
I want that Cake
on the plate
my body aches
and salivates
face red with guilt
hand starts to tilt....
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
Crumbs on the rim
look out of place
quick dab with finger
stuff into face
I lick the specks
of cake rejects
it tastes so good....
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I want that cake!
It was not me
who stole that food
I saw my hand
and mouth collude
but I know where
stolen goods rest
under a ton
of guiltiness....
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I’ve eaten that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I’ve eaten that cake!
DON’T EAT THAT CAKE!
I’ve eaten that cake!
©
2001 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
from the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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DON’T YOU TURN YOUR
BACK
You looking at me
like I’m some kind of freak!
you looking at me
like I’m some kind of freak!
pay attention
listen while I speak!
Show me your face
look me in the eye!
show me your face
look me in the eye!
don’t mean to hurt you
no need to be shy!
Don’t turn
DON’T YOU TURN YOUR BACK!
Don’t turn
DON’T YOU TURN YOUR BACK!
do it once more
ain’t never coming back!
© 1995 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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DOWN IN THE DEEP FREEZE
Late night Tesco
three forty five
stacking cans
to stay alive
fifty shelves
to be filled
I’m on my knees
down in the deep freeze
Days full of sleep
life slips away
Have to work all night
minimum pay
most folks home doing as
they please
I’m stuck here
down in the deep freeze
I can can can
can’t stand this job
I can can can
can’t stand this job
how can I leave
the deep freeze?
© 2001 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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E
EVERY NIGHT YOU TURN AWAY
Every night
you turn away
every night
you turn away
I ask myself
what makes me stay?
The first two years
seemed to be so fine
the first two years
seemed to be so fine
but now
we seem to have crossed lines
I ask myself
what makes me stay
I ask myself
what makes me stay
For every night
every night
you turn away
© 1978 Ian Trimmer / Billy
Jenkins PRS/MCPS
from the CD ‘S.A.D.’
Babel BDV 9615
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EVERYTHING’S TOO FAST
I hate that sound
of a pizza delivery on its way
racing past my house
on the fast food super highway
And then you get
Recorded Delivery at the door
dropping a
‘You Were Out When We Called’ card
at my slippered feet
on the floor
Speed
Everything’s too fast
Please slow down
My mind won’t last
I’m too slow for fast living
but at least I know my cruising speed
not too slow for honesty
not too fast for greed
So whilst everyone’s on the warpath
I just sit in my brick wigwam
they’re out there fighting for the
icing
but I’m happy
with the marzipan
© 2004 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD ‘WHEN
THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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F
FIRST DAY IN HELL
They took me
when I was four
from back garden
out front door
walked me to
old church hall
first day in hell
nursery school
Room full of kids
scream and shout
don’t wanna know
what it’s all about
too much noise
too much to see
first day in hell
and it’s scaring me
I cried and cried
teacher went red
‘You shut up!
Or I’ll slap your leg!’
perched on stage
in huge church hall
first day in hell
nursery school
After lunch
they made us sleep
on canvas bed
how I did weep
for I had lost
my own world
into the outside
I’d been hurled
first day in hell
nursery school
© 2000 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘LIFE’ VOTP VOCD 023
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FIRST TIME THE EARTH
SHOOK
I’ve been holding my breath
- I ain’t got much life left
My face is turning blue
- and it’s all because of you
That’s all it took - first
time the earth shook
I’d been wondering what it’s
like - deep into the night
Writing down plans - to
turn a boy into a man
Turned into a book - by
the first time the earth shook
What was my memory - as I
made history
Well I wish I could recall
- who I went with to the ball
Went so fast I didn’t look
- first time the earth shook
© 1995 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘Songs of Praise Live!’ BABEL BDV
2768
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G
GET THE POISON OUT
My mind is closed down
My insight short
I feel outnumbered
Emotion nought
Too many worries
Can’t sort them out
Get The Poison Out
What is wrong with me?
My legs are weary
Feel like lead
Asleep in life
Awake in bed
I can’t whisper
I can’t shout
Get The Poison Out
What is wrong with me?
I don’t know
How to smile
I feel like a
Heart aching
Painted by
Francis Bacon
Get The Poison Out
What is wrong with me?
© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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GIVE ME THE MONEY QUICK
Give
give me the money quick
give
give me the money quick
I got a long drive home
and my
body’s feeling sick
I’m out of here
I’m flat out on the floor
I’m out of here
I’m flat out on the floor
and you all keep saying
is
‘Play One More...! ’
Give, give me the money quick
........
I’ve said my piece now let
me
out of here
I’m taking off my wet clothes
and
packing up my gear
Give
give me give me the money
quick
I got a long drive home
and my
body’s feeling sick
Been playing all night and
my
fingers ache
My ears are buzzin’ can’t
keep awake
give
give me give me the money
quick
I got a long drive home
and my
body’s feeling sick
Give, give me the money quick.......
© 1995 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD ‘S.A.D.’
Babel BDV 9615
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GOODBYE BLUES
Goodbye blues
I’m putting you to bed
goodbye blues
I’m putting you to bed
kiss you good night
lay your sleepy head
I’ll be back to visit
I never will forget
I’ll be back to visit
I never will forget
all that S.A.D. you gave
me
L.O.V.E. and respect
Goodbye blues
you’ve let me had my say
goodbye blues
you’ve let me had my say
goodbye blues
I’ll be back some day
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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I
I AIN’T GOING YET
I still got some teeth
Grey matter underneath
So hold the funeral wreath
I Ain’t Going Yet
I can still walk
And boy how I can
talk
Get that wine uncorked
I Ain’t Going Yet
Where’s the time gone?
I don’t know
I just arrived now it’s
time to go
Seems that I can’t have
no more
Death is knockin’ at my
door
Excuse me if I ask it
But I don’t need no casket
You don’t seem to grasp
it
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH NO!
Just one last request
Before I’m laid to rest
There’s something
I must stress
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH NO!
I Ain’t Going Yet
OH NO!
[wadya mean OH NO!? You mean
OH
YEAH!!]
© 2000 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘LIFE’ VOTP VOCD 023
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I AM A MAN FROM LEWISHAM
I am a man – from Lewisham
Help friends and neighbours
– whenever I can
From Sydenham Hill - to
Deptford Creek
I wish well – of everyone
I meet.
‘Cause I’m a man – from
Lewisham
Oh yes I am - From Lewisham.
I like my bread – with low
sugar jam
And I’ll always spread it
– around if I can
When income’s low – get
on the phone
I’ll soon find someone –
to give an interest free loan.
‘Cause I’m a man – from
Lewisham
Wherever I die – bring my
ash and bone
Back to the place – that
I call home
Been north and south
And east and west
I know the place – that
I love best
‘Cause I’m a man – from Lewisham
Oh yes I am - from Lewisham.
© 2004 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘I AM A MAN FROM LEWISHAM’ VOTP VOCD 105
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I DON'T WANT ANOTHER
NIGHT LIKE THAT
I Don’t Want - Another Night
Like That
I Don’t Want - Another Night
Like That
When the drinks are too
expensive and the food is crap.
I don’t want - the night
to be my friend
I don’t want - the night
to be my friend
Wanna go out 9 to 5 - then
come straight home again.
I Don’t Want - Another Night
Like That......
Help me please - Middle Life
ain’t makin’ sense
Help me please - Middle
Life ain’t makin’ sense
Mind of a teenager - but
my body’s getting bent.
I Don’t Want - Another Night
Like That......
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
111
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I FELT SO GUILTY
I Felt So Guilty
When I kissed my best friend’s
wife
I Felt So Guilty
When I kissed my best friend’s
wife
But it was a dream I had
had – most of my adult life.
I Felt So Guilty
When my friend came round
next day
I Felt So Guilty
When my best friend called
round next day
Did he know, did he care
– Or did it really matter anyway?
I Felt So Guilty
As my friend waved goodbye
to me
I Felt So Guilty
As my ex-best friend waved
goodbye to me
Left me with a broken nose
– he got nine months assault and battery.
Don't mess with your best
friend's wife.....
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
111
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I HATE DOGS
I Hate Dogs!
Don’t like ‘em a bit!
Dogs squit!
Don’t like ‘em a bit!
Wet furred smell!
Yapping hell!
Mud print paws!
Scratched up door!
Best chair hogged!
I Hate Dogs!
I walk the streets!
Watching every step!
Dogs look like their owner!
And they ain’t Johnny Depp!
“Don’t worry, he won’t hurt
you!”
As teeth bared snout French
kisses!
Get the bastard off me!
Before it pisses!
I Hate Dogs!
Dog go Bow Wow!
I go Pow! Pow!
I Hate Dogs!
Growling little dwarf arsewipe
Eyes ablaze with hate
The stink cutting through
nasal hair is
The dog food it just ate!
“Go orn - fetch this stick!”
I say with sly smile on
As I summon all my inner
strength
And send the bastard to
oblivion!
Dog go Bow Wow!
I go Pow! Pow!
I Hate Dogs!!
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
111
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I LIKE RAIN
.
Spanish tourists
Like the sun up high
Fresh air ramblers
Like to see kites fly
West Coast USA
The weather’s all the same
Me?
I Like Rain
Alpine skiers
Like fresh laid snow
New Age hippies
Love the sunset glow
Cruise ship stokers
Like the temperature aflame
Me?
I Like Rain
I like rain
Pebbledash my stack
Cold wind howling
Sky tar pitch black
Gothic Northern lights
Pushing down on city streets
Cold water rising
Seeping round my feet
And I like rain
Feeding garden soil
Plopping under trees
Drains whirl and boil
I’m nose pressed at the
window
I’m a puppy on a chain
Me?
I Like Rain
Some people
Think I’m cocoa
pops
They say
‘Why he like rain
that doesn’t stop!?’
But let me tell you the
truth
I Like Rain
Less it’s leaking through
my roof
© 2004 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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I LOVE YOUR SMELL
I Love Your Smell
Makes me well
I never miss
A little sniff
When you’re near
When you’re near
Every week
It’s “See you soon”
Up to town
To try perfume
When you come home
I get to taste
The featured samples
You did paste
Upon your face
And I Love Your Smell
Makes me well
I never miss
A little sniff
When you’re near
When you’re near
I get the best
Of both worlds
Sometimes the swine
Upon the pearl
There is something
I must confess
I am a slave
To your scented-ness
And I Love Your Smell
Makes me well
I never miss
A little sniff
When you’re near
When you’re near
© 2000 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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I’M HAPPY
I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y.
I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y.
I’m so happy
I don’t know why, why, why
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no ecstasy
Last thing I remember I was
deep in my dreams
Working with a woman on
an S and M scheme
A voice said ‘Good Morning!’
and I opened up my eyes
Yawned my sleepy head
Then I realised
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no H.R.T.
Sitting up on Hilly Fields
Wind caress my hair
Far away the city in the
valley over there
Teenagers kick football
Little children play
Everybody moving
Everything o.k.
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no ecstasy
Sitting on the sofa
Family safe in bed
Flicking through the T.V.
and the memories in my head
Thinking ‘bout tomorrow
maybe time to get some rest
Forget the live performance
Give my dreams a screen
test
I’m Happy
Happy as can be
I’m so happy
Don’t need no L.S.D.
I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y.
I’m Happy
I’m H.A.P.P.Y.
I’m so happy
I could die....
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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I’M ON AN ISLAND
I’m on an island
I need someone to rescue
me
I’m on an island
I need someone to rescue
me
I’m on an island
send a lifeboat speedily
I’m on a distant cloud
it’s so lonely up
here
I’m on a distant cloud
it’s so lonely up here
won’t you send the sun
to dry my tears
I’m on an island
can’t you see I’m in distress
I’m on an island
can’t you see I’m in distress
I’m on an island
please answer my SOS
© 1980 Ian Trimmer
/ Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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I’M STAYING IN THE
CAR
Special offer token
just came Royal Mail
everything discounted
everything on sale
she says
‘Put down what you’re
doing
strumming that
guitar’
I says
‘ I’ll take you shopping
but I’m
staying in the car’
A fancy invitation
come over for a drink
new and old acquaintances
ain’t no time to think
everybody yapping
jamming my radar
please send my apologies
I’m staying in the car
A day out for the kiddios
it’s time for Daddies treat
no stay home watching videos
gonna take them somewhere
sweet
race track is my sustenance
speed my caviar
but when I get them to the
circuit they say
‘we’re staying in
the car’
Big family celebrations
nephews
uncles
aunts
She says
‘You can’t avoid
it
this
one you really can’t’
so I
dress like I’m attending
RSVP Ma and Pa
but when I
pull up outside front door
I says
‘I’m staying
in the car....’
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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I’M STUCK ON YOU
I feel
like slowing down
I feel
like slowing down
can’t explain
what’s going round and round
You tell me
you don’t feel the same
way too
you tell me
you don’t feel the same
way too
too bad
that I’m stuck on you
I’m stuck on you
there’s nothing I can do
I’m stuck on you
there’s nothing I can do
I’m stuck on you
like
Super Glue
© 1978 Ian
Trimmer / Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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IN MY BONES
I wear my Grandad’s clothes
Cos he’s dead
The wind blows
Thru the thread
Old man’s attire
Keeps the flame afire
And he’s
In My Bones
In My Bones
In My Bones
A bespoke cloak
For a bespoke bloke
And he’s
In My Bones
© 2004 Billy JenkinsPRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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I TOOK A WALK
If things get so bad - that
I can’t sleep
Can’t raise a smile - just
wanna weep
Don’t see beauty - don’t
hear song
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s
Pond
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s
Pond
Still dark water - seems
so attractive
If I walked right in - soon
be inactive
If I carry rocks - it won’t
take long
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s
Pond
I’ll take a walk to Bob’s
Pond
There I’ll be - if I go missing
You will find me - when
you’re fishing
You’ll be wondering - where
I gone
I took a walk to Bob’s
Pond
I took a walk to Bob’s Pond
At water’s edge - I contemplated
To jump right in - but I
hesitated
I felt revived - I felt
so strong
I took a walk to Bob’s
Pond
I took a walk to Bob’s Pond
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
111
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I WANNA BE CONNECTED
I’m looking for a socket
wanna get me some blues
power
I’m looking for a socket
wanna get me some blues
power
I need it quick
preferably within the hour
I asked a passing stranger
‘Where can I get turned
on?’
asked a passing stranger
‘Where can I get turned
on?’
next thing Plain Clothed
Police had me down the station
demanding to know
what was going on
You see Sir, it’s quite simple
I’m looking for some Blues
Power to help my soul
you see Sir, it’s quite
simple
I’m looking for some Blues
Power to help my soul
right now I’m so empty
my heart is one big hole.
WE NEED A SOCKET
WANNA GET US SOME BLUES
POWER
WE NEED A SOCKET
WANNA GET US SOME BLUES
POWER
WE NEED IT QUICK
PREFERABLY WITHIN THE HOUR!
I’ve heard Eric Clapton,
Peter Green, Gary Moore, Mick Taylor
and heard how they’ve been
affected
and I understand the blues
of Buddy Guy, Albert Collins, Johnny Copeland,
Earl Hooker, Slim Harpo
and how
Albert, Freddie and B.B.
King got elected
I’m looking for some Blues
Power
I Just Wanna Be Connected!!
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘LIFE’ VOTP VOCD 023
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I WANNA STAY HERE
Don’t wanna go to the USA
don’t wanna go on a package
holiday
don’t wanna be over there
I wanna stay here
Airport life is not for me
motorway drive or train
journey
ain’t into ‘far’ I like
it ‘near’
I wanna stay here
I like what I see in my small
town
sun goes up and the sun
goes down
sometimes cloudy sometime
clear
I wanna stay here
I got legs if I wanna walk
telephone if I wanna talk
one thing that I must make
clear
I wanna stay here
© 2001 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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I WANT MY TEA
Get home early morning
and the gig’s gone well
left people screaming
somewhere between
heaven & hell
now I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!
I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!
Stirred all the people
I stirred them good
Gave them all a nice time
like a true professional
should
my cuppa tea!
I want my tea!
PG Tips
with digestive biscuit
the best thing of the night
for me
is my cup of tea!
Now I like the silence.......
after all that jazz
in my little home
I call the House of Spazz
now I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!
I want my tea!
my cuppa tea!
the best thing of the night
for me
is my cup of tea!
All that you can ask
In this crazy human race
Is a roof overhead
And a guaranteed parking
space
and a cuppa tea!
I want my tea!
some tea and milko
watching Sergeant Bilko!
the best thing of the night
for me
is my cup of tea!
I’m appealing....
for some
Darjeeling
some Earl Grey....
with a Milky Way
cup of tea.....
and some Garibaldi
my cuppa char....
with Camberwell Carrot jazz
cigar
Assam....
With bread and jam
Or maybe some Green....
Whilst reading about the
great Barry Sheene
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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J
JAZZ HAD A BABY (AND
THEY CALLED IT AVANT- GARDE)
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde
you can play it where you
want
but not in my back yard
Jazz had a baby
grew into a problem child
Jazz had a baby
grew into a problem child
from the cradle to old age
it’s been driving people
wild
Be-bop
Trad and Modern
Cool and Hot and Swing
New Orleans
New York
Chicago
Jazz became the king
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde
you can play it where you
want
but not in my back yard
Ragtime
Big Band
Fusion
Mainstream
Jumping Jive
a different sound in every
town
keeps the flame alive
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde
you can play it where you
want
but not in my back yard
Saxophone and trumpet
drums and piano
when the jazz musician starts
a war of attrition
it’s time for me to go
Jazz had a baby
and they called it avant-garde
you can play it where you
want
but not in my back yard
© 1995 Billy
Jenkins PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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L
LIKE JOHN LEE SAID
If something bad
went on today
can’t be too bad
I still can breathe
I CAN STILL FIGHT!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
Like John Lee said
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
If I did wrong
I apologise
my head is high
my head is high
I’LL GET IT RIGHT!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
Like John Lee said
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
Blues is a feeling
from top to toe
it’s so appealing
when that melancholy air
comes wheezing
IT’S OUT OF SIGHT
I GOT DYNAMITE!
I GOT DYNAMITE!
Light up the night !
Fight the good fight!
With all our might!
Like John Lee said
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM!
BOOM BOOM-BOOM
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM BOOM!
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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LOOKING FOR MR HAPPY
I’m looking for Mr Happy
- ain’t seen him for a while
I’m looking for Mr Happy
- ain’t seen him for a while
I’m looking for Mr Happy
- so I can raise a smile.
Has anybody seen him? - the
man that makes you feel good
Has anybody seen him? -
the man that makes you feel good
He’ll bring sunshine and
roses - make you feel like a human being should.
If you see Mr Happy -
send him round to me
If you see Mr Happy -
send him round to me
I’m looking for Mr Happy
I need him ASAP.
RSVP.....
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
111
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M
MY WATERS RUN CLEAR
Ain’t got no Muddy
Waters
ain’t got no smokestack
lightnin’
but I got the blues
and I find it very frightening
but I’m a man
that’s
H.U.M.A.N.
but I’m a man
that’s
H.U.M.A.N.
but I’m a man
that’s
H.U.M.A.N.
Ain’t got no black cat bone
never heard a mojo wail
I can’t heal the sick
but I’m still a man
that’s G.U.Y.
(and
it makes me wanna cry)
that’s G.U.Y.
(and
it makes me wanna cry)
that’s G.U.Y.
(and
it makes me wanna cry)
but I must never despair
long as my waters run clear
Don’t wanna be no catfish
ain’t never been in jail
I can’t raise the dead
but I’m still a man
(that’s
R.E.G.U.L.A.R.)
ain’t got no Don King Hair
and my waters run clear
I’m no hoochie coochie
I’m no Rolling Stone
I’m in touch with my baby
she got a mobile phone
yes, I’m a man
(Y.U.P.P.I.E.)
yes, I’m a man
(Y.U.P.P.I.E.)
yes, I’m a man
(Y.U.P.P.I.E.)
I might be a profiteer
but my waters run clear
Ain’t going to Kansas City
I’d rather stay right here
ain’t got no front porch
with rocking chair
but I got the blues
I got the Blues B.A.D.
no muddy waters here
my waters run clear!
© 1997 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘LIFE’ VOTP VOCD 023
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P
PISSED OFF BOY
When the fish don’t bite
And the birds don’t sing
When the match won’t strike
And the phone won’t ring
When the car won’t start
And the telly’s crap
In the Path of Life
Gone way off the map
And the bills keep coming
Coming one two threes
Seem to come daily
Used to come quarterly
And my children fight
Over Barbie Dolls
Can’t get ahead
Can’t score no goals
I’m a Pissed Off Boy
P. I.
S. S. E. D.
I’m a Pissed Off Boy
P. I.
S. S. E. D.
I got misery
When the traffic’s jammed
And I’m late for work
Getting honked behind
By a road rage jerk
Can’t go no faster
All the lights are red
Don’t you wash my windscreen
Unless you want to be dead
I’m a Pissed Off Boy
P. I.
S. S. E. D.
I’m a Pissed Off Boy
P. I.
S. S. E. D.
I got misery
©
1995 Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
from the CD ‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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POINTLESS ADORNMENTS
Twenty eight days a year
I’m stuck on a train
leaving home
coming back again
to pay for
POINTLESS ADORNMENTS....
that I
stick on my house
POINTLESS
ADORNMENTS....
that I
drill on my walls
POINTLESS
ADORNMENTS....
like the
neighbours have
Pebble Dashed....
Two weeks holiday
to get out of this hole
two weeks away
to purify the soul
because those
POINTLESS
ADORNMENTS.....
that I
arrange on my porch
POINTLESS ADORNMENTS.....
that I
attach to my car
POINTLESS
ADORNMENTS....
like the
neighbour’s made
Double Glazed....
Forty paces round
my garden plot
can’t help seein’
what the neighbour’s got
I’ve got
POINTLESS
ADORNMENTS.....
like a
junked up shed
POINTLESS
ADORNMENTS....
bastard fox shit on my lawn
I need
POINTLESS
ADORNMENTS....
like the
neighbours do
Barbecue....
© 1997 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘SUBURBIA’ BABEL BDV 9926
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R
RESTING ON MY BED OF
BLUES
Rain comes down
cold wind blows
no reason to go out
lying still
on my own
full of fear and doubt
ain’t got dressed
ain’t had a shave
life’s my mistress
I’m her slave
there ain’t nothing I can
do
I’m
resting on my bed of blues
There ain’t no bright light
shining
through curtain crack
voices in the street
talk
behind my back
I just can’t do anything
no point telephoning
there ain’t nothing worth
connecting to
I’m
resting on my bed of blues
Drifting in and out of sleep
nightmares are my dreams
dreamt I was the tortured
soul
in
Edvard Munch’s ‘Scream’
everything is black and
white
there’s no colour in my
life
there ain’t nothing I can
do
I’m
resting on my bed of blues
© 2000 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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S
sadtimes.co.uk
Trouble trouble trouble
trouble like you ain’t seen
brewing up inside of me
like a tin of old baked
bean
the only thing that gives
me hope
is knowing I can always
get some rope
trouble trouble trouble
trouble like you never seen
Worry worry worry
is something I don’t lack
if it’s not my mind’s condition
it’s my leg, shoulder or
back
I never feel too well
feeling OK is Living Hell
worry worry worry
is something I don’t lack
Sadness sadness sadness
sad times is my life
been together so many years
sad times became my wife
since the first night of
our honeymoon
we’ve been alone together
in the gloom
sadness sadness sadness
sad times is my life
you hear what I say
I’m on
sadtimes.co.uk
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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SUBURBIA
Take down your burglar alarm
unlock your door
there’s no need to take
any more
the fear of loss
need not boss
your way of doing things
It’s just charity
but you don’t know when
they’ll take
what you lose
you’ll just have to make
treat your prison
with derision
exercise your right
Suburbia
how I love you, how I love
you
Suburbia
there’s no stars above you
Suburbia
dormitory from life
Suburbia
margarine for the knife
Suburbia
Suburbia
a place to come from
Throw away those chains
turn off your TV
displacement
only lead to misery
but don’t despair
it’s a pied-à-terre
could burn down any day
Suburbia
how I love you, how I love
you
Suburbia
there’s no stars above you
Suburbia
dormitory from life
Suburbia
margarine for the knife
Suburbia
Suburbia
a place to come from
© 1995 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘SUBURBIA’ BABEL BDV 9926
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T
THE BLUES PRAYER
Our Bluesman,
Which art in Blues heaven,
Blues-ed be thy name.
Thy Bluesdom come.
Thy Blues be done,
In Blues earth as
it is in Blues heaven.
Give us this day our daily
Blues.
And forgive us our three
passing chords,
As we forgive those who
pass three chords against us.
And lead us not into TheTemptations;
But deliver us from Crapsville:
For thine is the Bluesdom,
The Blues Power,
And the Blues glory.
For ever and ever.
Oh Yeah.
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
unpublished
THE DUKE AND ME
Plates cleared from the table
children safe in bed
curtains drawn got my slippers
on
time to chill my head
deadlock on the front door
sit down by the fire
got some blues on the stereo
or cool jazz if you desire
no I ain’t got no pop music
none of that children’s
stuff
I got the Duke and me and
Harry Carney
And I just can’t get enough
Mary Jane is smokin’
I’m feeling really fine
you’ve got your fags and
your weekly mags
and Sainbury’s recommended
wine
life could not be better
guarding the family
talking ‘bout the day gone
by
and tomorrow’s itinerary
forgetting everybody
thinking ‘bout just us
and the Duke and me and
Harry Carney
and I just can’t get enough
Will we stay together
when the kids leave home
are we friends forever
or will we die alone?
right now it don’t matter
roof over our head
and later on i’ll try and
get it on
if I ever come to bed
leave me here to contemplate
and listen to some stuff
talking ‘bout the Duke and
me and Harry Carney
and I just can’t get enough
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘sadtimes.co.uk.’ VOTP VOCD 002
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THE TIDE IS OUT
As the river
Goes to the ocean
It takes a part of
me
With the river
Goes my emotion
It’ll come back to me
The Tide is Out
I’m sad and lonely
Can’t shout or
Sing no more
I’m floating on
A sea of turmoil
Taking me
Away from shore
As the sun leaves the
sky
Shadow grows from me
With the sun
Goes my daylight
It’ll rise eventually
The light has gone
My heart is cold
The beat is wrong
Mind is sore
Body moves
In slow motion
Can’t take it any more
The Tide Is Out
© 2004 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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THERE IS NO LORD UP
THERE
When I was five or six
my grandma fell down a flight
of stairs
when I was five or six
my dear grandma fell down
a flight of stairs
I knew there and then
that there is no Lord up
there
When I was eight or nine
my big sister got attacked
when I was eight or nine
my big sister got attacked
so when Jehovah come selling
religion
I sell the blues right back
I had just turned twelve
when some bastard stole
my bicycle
I had just turned twelve
when some bastard stole
my bicycle
blood drain from my face
heart like an icicle
Yes there is no Lord up there
ask my Grandma, my sister
or my bike
yes there is no Lord up
there
ask my Grandma, my sister
or my bike
yes there is no Lord up
there
OH NO...........!
© 1995 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘LIFE’ VOTP VOCD 023
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THIS IS A DAY TO FORGET
The train
ain’t in the station
there’s a three hour delay
the train
ain’t in the station
we’re on a red light miles
away
now we sit tight packed
with sweat
this is a day to forget
Dirt
is smudged by rain
upon the window pane
and every quarter hour
guard tries to explain
why we ain’t there yet
this is a day to forget
Will I see my house
in twilights last gleaming?
will I be creeping in
when family are dreaming?
Ain’t no odds to bet
this is a day to forget
© 2001 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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THIS ROOM
This Room
Ain’t too well
This Room
Has a smell
This Room
Is a blunted knife
This Room
Has no life
These walls
Are closing
These walls
Suffocating
These walls
Don’t look nice
These walls
Have no life
This house
Is built to last
This house
Will be my past
This house
Don’t want me no more
I’m walking
Through the door
I’m walking....
© 2004 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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THROW THEM BLUES IN
THE RECYCLING BIN
Gonna throw them blues– in
the recycling bin
Gonna throw them blues –
in the recycling bin
Gonna throw them blues –
don’t want ‘em back again.
When you get the blues
And bells begin to ring
Stand on your two feet
And let the blues sing!
Gonna throw them blues –
in the recycling bin
Gonna throw them blues –
don’t want ‘em back again.
We don’t want them blues....
We’re gonna throw ‘em......
We’re gonna show ‘em
When the blues come I’m
gonna know ‘em.......
And we’re gonna throw em.....
Where you gonna throw em...?
IN THE RECYCLING BIN!
© 2004 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘I AM A MAN FROM LEWISHAM’ VOTP VOCD 105
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W
WHEN MONEY’S
REALLY TIGHT
It’s been a long hard day
Can’t wait to get home for
a meal
Then bandleader says
No cash
Cheques is the way I deal
Too tired and poor for shopping
Air is turning stale
When money’s really tight
Batteries begin to fail
You fumble through the front
door
Sit down on the settee
When money’s really tight
Dinner is a
Cook show on TV
© 2004 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘WHEN THE CROWDS HAVE GONE’ BABEL BDV 2450
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WHEN THE PARENTS COME
TO STAY
When the parents come to
stay - I feel unwell
When the parents come to
stay - flowers don’t smell
When the parents come to
stay - I want to run away.
The generation gap - is like
the Grand Canyon
The generation gap - is
like the Grand Canyon
Steradent, Analsol and TCP
- are your bath time companions.
They fill your ears with
kak - and don’t understand what you say
They fill your ears with
kak - and don’t understand what you say
It’s like the Night of The
Living Dead - When The Parents Come To Stay.....
© 1996 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from
the CD ‘BORN AGAIN [and the religion is the blues]’ VOTP VOCD
111
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WHERE ARE YOU?
When I kissed you at the
station
and said that you would
wait on
my return and I discover
that you’ve found another
lover
where are you?
can’t get through
on the phone
Can’t believe you’re disconnected
when my heart’s been so
affected
now I need you here at home
but you’re leaving me alone
where are you?
can’t get through
on the phone
I’m not waiting to uncover
your sister or your brother
find your reckless silly
mother
I’m just looking for you
my long lost lover
where are you?
can’t get through
on the phone
© 1978 Ian
Trimmer / Billy Jenkins PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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WHERE DID I STAY LAST
NIGHT?
Where did I stay
where did I stay last night?
where did I stay
where did I stay last night?
I wasn’t here this morning
but I saw this hotel room
in early light
Yesterdays’ sweat
keeps me all alone
yesterdays’ sweat
keeps me all alone
to linger on the silence
like a deaf mute
with an answer phone
Tomorrow I’ll be moving
flying on a plane
tomorrow I’ll be moving
flying on a plane
I’ll be someplace else tomorrow
but this hotel room will
still be the same
Where did I stay last night?
© 1995 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘S.A.D.’ Babel BDV 9615
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WHITE VAN MAN
White Van Man
in a
white tin can
eating lunch
bread and spam
in a roadside Caff
off the A13
White Van Man
keep your van clean
Delivery
is his career
traffic jams
he just don’t care
his CV
reads A to B
who’d wanna be a
White Van Man?
who’d wanna be a
White Van Man?
King of the road
in red light bursts
when it’s green
he’ll take off first
loud music on
mouth Pepsi canned
Chicken Royalé
White Van Man
Chicken Royalé
White Van Man
Depot bound
all drops are done
with mobile phone
he plans his fun
one hand on wheel
one hand ‘Up Yours!’
he’s the Man!
White Van Man!
He’s the Man!
White Van Man!
© 1999 Billy Jenkins
PRS/MCPS
from the CD
‘BLUES ZERO TWO’ VOTP VOCD 024
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