This is the fifth of these CDs - the songs on it were written and recorded during the years since the last one was made in June 2012, maybe some before that. The final recordings and adjustments and mixing were completed in September 2015.
All tracks were recorded at home in Bartestree using a 4 track digital recorder, the final mixes being transferred to a PC for recording onto CD-Rs.
I’d like to thank the people and places that inspired the songs, and Dave Ormandy who co-wrote That Getting Old Lark.
All tracks were recorded at home in Bartestree using a 4 track digital recorder, the final mixes being transferred to a PC for recording onto CD-
I’d like to thank the people and places that inspired the songs, and Dave Ormandy who co-
Boris The Big Bad Bold Bavarian Baron
This is based on stories that Sydney made up for his grandsons.
This is based on stories that Sydney made up for his grandsons.
Who’s that walking down the street with dangling arms and great big feet?
He’s very tall and he’s quite wide with little Ipswich by his side
His name isn’t Morgan or Miles or Morris, his name isn’t Owen or Darren
Everybody knows his name is Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
He’s very tall and he’s quite wide with little Ipswich by his side
His name isn’t Morgan or Miles or Morris, his name isn’t Owen or Darren
Everybody knows his name is Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
B. O. R. I. S.
He’s always trying to impress
But all he does turns out a mess
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
He’s not young and he’s not old, he’s not good looking but he is bold
Sometime he’s quiet as he walks about but sometimes he’ll scowl and growl and shout
He doesn't have a lot of mates - people make him frown and wince
And there is someone he really hates - it’s Peter the poor but proud Prussian prince
B. O. R. I. S.
He’s always trying to impress
But all he does turns out a mess
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
He likes attention and he likes praise, but he doesn't always do what he says
He’s always got an evil plan - not a very pleasant man
He’s got one ambition in life, one very special thing
He wants to make Elfrieda his wife - so one day he can be king
He’s always trying to impress
But all he does turns out a mess
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
He’s not young and he’s not old, he’s not good looking but he is bold
Sometime he’s quiet as he walks about but sometimes he’ll scowl and growl and shout
He doesn't have a lot of mates -
B. O. R. I. S.
He’s always trying to impress
But all he does turns out a mess
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
He likes attention and he likes praise, but he doesn't always do what he says
He’s always got an evil plan -
He wants to make Elfrieda his wife -
B. O. R. I. S.
He’s always trying to impress
But all he does turns out a mess
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian bababababa bababababa bababababa bababababa baron
He’s always trying to impress
But all he does turns out a mess
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian baron
He’s Boris the big bad bold Bavarian bababababa bababababa bababababa bababababa baron
The Childe of Hale
The story of John Middleton, The Childe of Hale, inspired by John Reppion's article in the Fortean Times which reignited my interest in the tale.
I’ve seen your face, John Middleton in a painting at Speke Hall
I saw you standing proudly - were you really 9 feet tall?
The stories they all say you were a giant among men
You would have been as tall as me and more than half again
You were born in the village of Hale in the 1570s
Then you grew to reach a height they say was 9 foot 3
Too big for your cottage and too long for your bed
Your feet were out the window when you slept - that’s what is said
You were a legend of your time
We still marvel at your tale
Your name it was John Middleton
You are the Childe of Hale
They introduced you to the king who marvelled at your height
They set you against his champion so he could watch you fight
You defeated your opponents - your advantage served you well
Then you were rewarded and sent back home to Hale
In London you had got new clothes of purple, red and gold
You had fought before the king, winning all we’re told
But you were robbed of your reward by men you thought were friends
And then you went home to lead a simple life again
You were a legend of your time
We still marvel at your tale
Your name it was John Middleton
You are the Childe of Hale
Now it’s nearly 400 years since your life came to an end
But you’ve not been forgotten as a giant and a friend
They dug you up to check your height but no clear proof was found
So then, I hope for the last time, they returned you to the ground
Now as I stand beside your grave, you lying there below
I marvel at your story of many years ago
You are no longer with us but your legend has lived on
You’re famous as the Childe of Hale - you, John Middleton
You were a legend of your time
We still marvel at your tale
Your name it was John Middleton
You are the Childe of Hale
I saw you standing proudly -
You would have been as tall as me and more than half again
You were born in the village of Hale in the 1570s
Then you grew to reach a height they say was 9 foot 3
Too big for your cottage and too long for your bed
Your feet were out the window when you slept -
You were a legend of your time
We still marvel at your tale
Your name it was John Middleton
You are the Childe of Hale
They introduced you to the king who marvelled at your height
They set you against his champion so he could watch you fight
You defeated your opponents -
In London you had got new clothes of purple, red and gold
You had fought before the king, winning all we’re told
But you were robbed of your reward by men you thought were friends
And then you went home to lead a simple life again
You were a legend of your time
We still marvel at your tale
Your name it was John Middleton
You are the Childe of Hale
Now it’s nearly 400 years since your life came to an end
But you’ve not been forgotten as a giant and a friend
They dug you up to check your height but no clear proof was found
So then, I hope for the last time, they returned you to the ground
Now as I stand beside your grave, you lying there below
I marvel at your story of many years ago
You are no longer with us but your legend has lived on
You’re famous as the Childe of Hale -
You were a legend of your time
We still marvel at your tale
Your name it was John Middleton
You are the Childe of Hale
I’m Easily Led
Inspired by a comment by Richard who also prompted the writing of Relax - see below.
Inspired by a comment by Richard who also prompted the writing of Relax -
From first thing in the morning when I get out of bed
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
I intended to lead a single life
No kids, no mortgage, no nagging wife
But it didn't work out, I'm married instead
With a couple of children - I'm easily led
I never wanted a job in a shop
I fancied fireman or a traffic cop
But I'm here in the ASDA baking bread
And stacking the shelves - I' m easily led
From first thing in the morning when I get out of bed
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
One day I had a thought of my own
Just a young one, newly born
But then it just drifted out of my head
So I used someone else's - I'm easily led
Time to go on a holiday
I fancied New York or San Francisco Bay
Or maybe a quiet beach on the Med
But here we are in Scotland - I'm easily led
From first thing in the morning when I get out of bed
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
We went out for something to eat
Hadn't done that for a while, a special treat
I fancied a curry with rice and naan bread
We’re having a pizza - I'm easily led
Feeling thirsty we went for a drink
What to fancy? A pint I think
But we're sitting in a cafe drinking coffee instead
And nibbling biscuits - I'm easily led
From first thing in the morning when I get out of bed
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
I intended to lead a single life
No kids, no mortgage, no nagging wife
But it didn't work out, I'm married instead
With a couple of children -
I never wanted a job in a shop
I fancied fireman or a traffic cop
But I'm here in the ASDA baking bread
And stacking the shelves -
From first thing in the morning when I get out of bed
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
One day I had a thought of my own
Just a young one, newly born
But then it just drifted out of my head
So I used someone else's -
I fancied New York or San Francisco Bay
Or maybe a quiet beach on the Med
But here we are in Scotland -
From first thing in the morning when I get out of bed
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
We went out for something to eat
Hadn't done that for a while, a special treat
I fancied a curry with rice and naan bread
We’re having a pizza -
Feeling thirsty we went for a drink
What to fancy? A pint I think
But we're sitting in a cafe drinking coffee instead
And nibbling biscuits -
From first thing in the morning when I get out of bed
'Til late at night when I rest my weary head
I never know just what to do, I have to rely on people like you
I'm not certain but it may be true that I'm far too easily led
Over There
Over there is a place that I would rather be
....... if I could
Over there is a place that I can hardly see
A place where I’d be free
A place I could be me
....... it would be good
Up above there is space as far as you can see
....... day and night
Up above there is time until eternity
To match my curiosity
And every fantasy
....... dark and light
Daunted by the future, haunted by the past
Worried about what’s happening today
Whichever way to go, there’s no way I can know
If it’s good or bad and no-one else can say
Looking back there are answers to problems of today
....... you can find
An antidote to things that people say
To counter my dismay
And bring colour to the grey
....... in my mind
Out there there are words that I cannot hear
....... that may help me
Words of reassurance or sounds of fear
But would they be clear
If I could get near
....... would they set me free?
Daunted by the future, haunted by the past
Worried about what’s happening today
Whichever way to go, there’s no way I can know
If it’s good or bad and no-one else can say
....... if I could
Over there is a place that I can hardly see
A place where I’d be free
A place I could be me
....... it would be good
Up above there is space as far as you can see
....... day and night
Up above there is time until eternity
To match my curiosity
And every fantasy
....... dark and light
Daunted by the future, haunted by the past
Worried about what’s happening today
Whichever way to go, there’s no way I can know
If it’s good or bad and no-
Looking back there are answers to problems of today
....... you can find
An antidote to things that people say
To counter my dismay
And bring colour to the grey
....... in my mind
Out there there are words that I cannot hear
....... that may help me
Words of reassurance or sounds of fear
But would they be clear
If I could get near
....... would they set me free?
Daunted by the future, haunted by the past
Worried about what’s happening today
Whichever way to go, there’s no way I can know
If it’s good or bad and no-
A Little Song
The first verse, and so the idea for this song, came from a story that John related to me about someone he met while hiking in Spain.
Walking on top of the world I’m wondering which way to go
Which way’s France, which way’s Africa
Which way’s out of the snow?
Walking in the park with an old friend, reliving our memories
Where was Eros, where was Peter Pan
Where’s the old aviary?
I’m sometimes right, I’m sometimes wrong
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
Sitting in a public bar and having a little think
Guinness, wine, Scotch or bitter
Which one to drink?
Should I spin a coin and watch it fall
Is it heads or is it tails
Or should I have them all?
I’m often weak though I try to be strong
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
Driving along with RNJ and asking where to stop for tea
Should it be Belgium, should it be Spain
Or should it be Italy?
Waiting for the sun to come out I'm asking ‘when will it be dry’?
‘Stop the thunder, stop the lightning'
I’m yelling at the sky
Life’s too short, life’s too long
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
Sitting on the back of an old git’s bike
Holding on for dear life
Should I get a Harley instead of the car
But what would I do with the wife
Flying over the ground in a micro light
At 2000 feet
What's that village, what’s that factory
Should we land for something to eat
I’m haunted by the sound of a cracked bell’s dong
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
I’m sometimes right but I’m more often wrong
I’m often weak though I try to be strong
Life’s too short, life’s too long
I’m haunted by the sound of a cracked bell’s dong
And now I’ve got a chorus for this little song
Which way’s France, which way’s Africa
Which way’s out of the snow?
Walking in the park with an old friend, reliving our memories
Where was Eros, where was Peter Pan
Where’s the old aviary?
I’m sometimes right, I’m sometimes wrong
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
Sitting in a public bar and having a little think
Guinness, wine, Scotch or bitter
Which one to drink?
Should I spin a coin and watch it fall
Is it heads or is it tails
Or should I have them all?
I’m often weak though I try to be strong
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
Driving along with RNJ and asking where to stop for tea
Should it be Belgium, should it be Spain
Or should it be Italy?
Waiting for the sun to come out I'm asking ‘when will it be dry’?
‘Stop the thunder, stop the lightning'
I’m yelling at the sky
Life’s too short, life’s too long
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
Sitting on the back of an old git’s bike
Holding on for dear life
Should I get a Harley instead of the car
But what would I do with the wife
Flying over the ground in a micro light
At 2000 feet
What's that village, what’s that factory
Should we land for something to eat
I’m haunted by the sound of a cracked bell’s dong
And I can’t think of a chorus for this little song
I’m sometimes right but I’m more often wrong
I’m often weak though I try to be strong
Life’s too short, life’s too long
I’m haunted by the sound of a cracked bell’s dong
And now I’ve got a chorus for this little song
Araucaria
A celebration of the Monkey Puzzle tree inspired by Sarah’s MONKEY PUZZLE MEANDERINGS at http://monkeypuzzletrees.wordpress.com.
My name is Araucaria, please come along and see
My spiny, curly branches dangling down
They look like monkeys’ tails, I’m a monkey puzzle tree
Keep looking, you’ll see more of me around
You’ll find me in the grand estates, in cemeteries too
You’ll find me in the country and in town
I’m in ordinary gardens, I could belong to you
You’ll see me as you walk and drive around
Come along and look at me
And marvel at the sight you see
I’m so happy being me
I’m a monkey puzzle tree
As you look around you’ll spot more and more like me
With tall bare trunks or branches to the ground
Standing proud alone, or in good company
My sisters and my brothers abound
My ancestors of years ago can now be found as jet
if you search along the land beside the sea
The dinosaurs they helped to feed have long died out, and yet
here I am - a monkey puzzle tree
Come along and look at me
And marvel at the sight you see
I’m so happy being me
I’m a monkey puzzle tree
As I stand here looking at the smile that’s on your face
While you take a photograph of me
I’ve a feeling of content, I have a sense of place
Araucaria, the monkey puzzle tree
My spiny, curly branches dangling down
They look like monkeys’ tails, I’m a monkey puzzle tree
Keep looking, you’ll see more of me around
You’ll find me in the grand estates, in cemeteries too
You’ll find me in the country and in town
I’m in ordinary gardens, I could belong to you
You’ll see me as you walk and drive around
Come along and look at me
And marvel at the sight you see
I’m so happy being me
I’m a monkey puzzle tree
As you look around you’ll spot more and more like me
With tall bare trunks or branches to the ground
Standing proud alone, or in good company
My sisters and my brothers abound
My ancestors of years ago can now be found as jet
if you search along the land beside the sea
The dinosaurs they helped to feed have long died out, and yet
here I am -
Come along and look at me
And marvel at the sight you see
I’m so happy being me
I’m a monkey puzzle tree
As I stand here looking at the smile that’s on your face
While you take a photograph of me
I’ve a feeling of content, I have a sense of place
Araucaria, the monkey puzzle tree
My Ukulele
Prompted by our grandson Owen learning to play the ukulele.
Ding ding ding ding says my ukulele
I sing it a song and it plays for me
Ding ding ding ding it plays as I croon
My ukulele I hope it's in tune
The first tune it played was called Kumbaya
I sang and it played along
It played for me in the key of C
As I sang the words of the song
Ding ding ding ding says my ukulele
I sing it a song and it plays for me
Ding ding ding ding it plays as I croon
My ukulele I hope it's in tune
The next tune was twinkle little star
A little bit harder for me
Next I'm going to learn the guitar
But I'll always remember my ukulele
Ding ding ding ding says my ukulele
I sing it a song and it plays for me
Ding ding ding ding it plays as I croon
My ukulele I hope it's in tune
I sing it a song and it plays for me
Ding ding ding ding it plays as I croon
My ukulele I hope it's in tune
The first tune it played was called Kumbaya
I sang and it played along
It played for me in the key of C
As I sang the words of the song
Ding ding ding ding says my ukulele
I sing it a song and it plays for me
Ding ding ding ding it plays as I croon
My ukulele I hope it's in tune
The next tune was twinkle little star
A little bit harder for me
Next I'm going to learn the guitar
But I'll always remember my ukulele
Ding ding ding ding says my ukulele
I sing it a song and it plays for me
Ding ding ding ding it plays as I croon
My ukulele I hope it's in tune
Getting Old Lark
Co-written by Dave Ormandy whose idea it was. We sent alternate verses to each other by email.
My ears are failing, my eyes are ailing
I spend my days in the park
My joints are weak, I can hardly speak
I hate this getting old lark
My legs are aching, my back is breaking
And I'm losing my hair
My brain's going slow, and my words won't flow
It isn't bloody well fair
I am an old git and I’m not fit
I need my pills to light the spark
To make me go and get my juices to flow
I hate this getting old lark
I hate this getting old lark
Me ‘airs fell out
Me toes got gout
Me knees have got arthritis
Me wife’s the same
Her hip’s a pain
We make a proper sight us
You can see the size
of bags under my eyes
And my wrinkles are getting worse
My moods are yo-yoing
My memory's going
..... and I forgot the last line of this verse
I am an old git and I’m not fit
I need my pills to light the spark
To make me go and get my juices to flow
I hate this getting old lark
I hate this getting old lark
I used to hike
And ride my bike
And I was a pretty good swimmer
But now my bones creak
And my future is bleak
And I shuffle along with my zimmer
I am an old git and I’m not fit
I need my pills to light the spark
To make me go and get my juices to flow
I hate this getting old lark
I hate this getting old lark
I spend my days in the park
My joints are weak, I can hardly speak
I hate this getting old lark
My legs are aching, my back is breaking
And I'm losing my hair
My brain's going slow, and my words won't flow
It isn't bloody well fair
I am an old git and I’m not fit
I need my pills to light the spark
To make me go and get my juices to flow
I hate this getting old lark
I hate this getting old lark
Me ‘airs fell out
Me toes got gout
Me knees have got arthritis
Me wife’s the same
Her hip’s a pain
We make a proper sight us
You can see the size
of bags under my eyes
And my wrinkles are getting worse
My moods are yo-
My memory's going
..... and I forgot the last line of this verse
I am an old git and I’m not fit
To make me go and get my juices to flow
I hate this getting old lark
I hate this getting old lark
I used to hike
And ride my bike
And I was a pretty good swimmer
But now my bones creak
And my future is bleak
And I shuffle along with my zimmer
I am an old git and I’m not fit
I need my pills to light the spark
To make me go and get my juices to flow
I hate this getting old lark
I hate this getting old lark
Men of Ethelbert
Written to celebrate the 35th anniversary of the Hereford St. Ethelbert PROBUS club of which I am a member.
We, the men of Ethelbert, enjoy companionship
When we meet and when we celebrate and when we’re together on a trip
Our thoughts can be romantic
Our words can be pedantic
Debates can be semantic
Or lightened by a quip
We are men of Probus
Freed from our careers
We are men of Ethelbert
Men of later years
We are men of Ethelbert, sharing sentiment
If we agree, or if we don't, together we're content
We enjoy some light leg pulling
Speaking out or quietly mulling
Mainly bright and rarely dulling
Guided by our president
We are men of Probus
Freed from our careers
We are men of Ethelbert
Men of later years
We are men of Ethelbert, to our weekly gathering
with a group of men just like us diversity we bring
With speakers who illuminate
With time for us to ruminate
And in May to celebrate
St. Ethelbert the king
We are men of Probus
Freed from our careers
We are men of Ethelbert
Men of later years
When we meet and when we celebrate and when we’re together on a trip
Our thoughts can be romantic
Our words can be pedantic
Debates can be semantic
Or lightened by a quip
We are men of Probus
Freed from our careers
We are men of Ethelbert
Men of later years
We are men of Ethelbert, sharing sentiment
If we agree, or if we don't, together we're content
We enjoy some light leg pulling
Speaking out or quietly mulling
Mainly bright and rarely dulling
Guided by our president
We are men of Probus
Freed from our careers
We are men of Ethelbert
Men of later years
We are men of Ethelbert, to our weekly gathering
with a group of men just like us diversity we bring
With speakers who illuminate
With time for us to ruminate
And in May to celebrate
St. Ethelbert the king
We are men of Probus
Freed from our careers
We are men of Ethelbert
Men of later years
Picnic Time
A nostalgic look back at myfriendship with Peter of 50 years or thereabouts.
Sitting in a shelter with my old mate it's picnic time again
We've got our sarnies, got a flask, a pair of grumpy men
We had some times when we were young like standing on our heads at parties
We'd smoke like chimneys, drink like fish, but now we're just old farties
Then came time to settle down and not just do whatever
But still we used to do this and that and our kids grew up together
Years have gone by and we're set in our lives we've kept in touch all the while
And whenever we get together again we can still make each other smile
We've been to see Peter Pan in the park, been to the ASDA for some smokes
And food to take on our picnic, a couple of grey haired old blokes
So we're sitting here in a shelter watching them all go by
Trying to put the world to rights, eating our gala pie
Sitting in a shelter with my old mate it's picnic time again
A pair of aging men
Remembering way back then
It’s picnic time again
We've got our sarnies, got a flask, a pair of grumpy men
We had some times when we were young like standing on our heads at parties
We'd smoke like chimneys, drink like fish, but now we're just old farties
Then came time to settle down and not just do whatever
But still we used to do this and that and our kids grew up together
Years have gone by and we're set in our lives we've kept in touch all the while
And whenever we get together again we can still make each other smile
We've been to see Peter Pan in the park, been to the ASDA for some smokes
And food to take on our picnic, a couple of grey haired old blokes
So we're sitting here in a shelter watching them all go by
Trying to put the world to rights, eating our gala pie
Sitting in a shelter with my old mate it's picnic time again
A pair of aging men
Remembering way back then
It’s picnic time again
I saw a face
I had the idea, wrote the verses, then thought of basing the chorus on the song ‘The Family Of Man’.
I saw a face in Liverpool last night
It was old it was young it was black it was white
It was looking troubled it was looking quite content
It was looking forward and looking back where it went
We used to sing a song called ‘the family of man’
And wonder where we were all going
We wondered what would happen to the world that we knew
As the family of man kept growing
I heard a voice in Liverpool last week
It was Scouse it was Geordie it was Scottish it was Greek
A voice that was silent, a voice that was loud
A voice that stood out and was lost in the crowd
We used to sing a song called ‘the family of man’
And wonder where we were all going
We wondered what would happen to the world that we knew
As the family of man kept growing
There's colours in Liverpool I’ve seen
I’ve seen black I've seen brown I’ve seen orange I’ve seen green
I’ve seen yellow I’ve seen white I’ve seen red and I’ve seen blue
I've seen him I’ve seen her I’ve seen me and I've seen you
We used to sing a song called ‘the family of man’
And wonder where we were all going
We wondered what would happen to the world that we knew
As the family of man kept growing
I went to eat in Liverpool yesterday
It was Chinese it was Spanish it was from the USA
It was Bangladeshi it came from Japan
And all of it was feeding the family of man
We used to sing a song called ‘the family of man’
And wonder where we were all going
We wondered what would happen to the world that we knew
As the family of man kept growing
I saw a face in the mirror today
It was old it was weary it was sagging it was grey
It was young and full of hope it was proud and it was true
It was looking to the future it was me and it was you
We used to sing a song called ‘the family of man’
And wonder where we were all going
We wondered what would happen to the world that we knew
As the family of man kept growing
I wonder what will happen tomorrow
Will there be too much joy, too much sorrow
Will there be too much freedom will there be too much fear
Will the world be any different next year
Relax
Thanks to Richard for inspiring the song by telling me to relax ....... often.
Settle down no need to hurry
There's no reason for you to worry
Grab your fork and eat your curry
Just try to relax
No need to move, you're staying here
Nothing at all for you to fear
So grab yourself another beer
Just try to relax
Relax relax and clear your mind
Let the world go by
Relax relax and just unwind
Let all your troubles fly
Relax relax relax relax relax
Just keep still, no need to twitch
You needn't bother to scratch that itch
Life will go on without a hitch
Just try to relax
Don't try to make sense of it all
Try not to get tense at all
Just sit on the fence - don't fall
Just try to relax
Relax relax and clear your mind
Let the world go by
Relax relax and just unwind
Let all your troubles fly
Relax relax relax relax relax
Stop going so fast just take it slow
Stop your fighting - go with the flow
Rest your legs and have a blow
Just try to relax
And if you want my advice
Try to think of something nice
Don’t be concerned about price
Just try to relax
Relax relax and clear your mind
Let the world go by
Relax relax and just unwind
Let all your troubles fly
Relax relax relax relax relax
There's no reason for you to worry
Grab your fork and eat your curry
Just try to relax
No need to move, you're staying here
Nothing at all for you to fear
So grab yourself another beer
Just try to relax
Relax relax and clear your mind
Let the world go by
Relax relax and just unwind
Let all your troubles fly
Relax relax relax relax relax
Just keep still, no need to twitch
You needn't bother to scratch that itch
Life will go on without a hitch
Just try to relax
Don't try to make sense of it all
Try not to get tense at all
Just sit on the fence -
Just try to relax
Relax relax and clear your mind
Let the world go by
Relax relax and just unwind
Let all your troubles fly
Relax relax relax relax relax
Stop going so fast just take it slow
Stop your fighting -
Rest your legs and have a blow
And if you want my advice
Try to think of something nice
Don’t be concerned about price
Just try to relax
Relax relax and clear your mind
Let the world go by
Relax relax and just unwind
Let all your troubles fly
Relax relax relax relax relax
