Rock And Roll Is Full Of Bad Wools Songtext / Lyric

He's sitting on a so-called Soccer Sofa

On a Saturday morning

Having the so-called banter with the Preston

Touching base with fellow guest Heston

How cool does he appear?

And how cool is his career?

He's gonna talk about his songs

And his favourite footy teams

That's England, Chelsea, Accy Stanley

“And all the band love watching Barca”

But then, disastrously

They ask him casually

“You come from Leigh-On-Sea,

Do you ever get to Roots Hall?”

Which to him means fuck all

Can only look askance

And cast a sideways glance

Could use some help with this

But Heston's gone for a piss

Need something to deflect

Enter Ruddock left

“More doughnuts” shout the crew

High art shall not ensue

Here, today, in this place

And our hapless singer's band

Has just gone moribund

Stay tuned, following the break

Crazy Razor gonna get him in a headlock

Crazy Razor headlock



Hey hey, my my

LIPA groups will never die

Somebody patented a mould

Whereby the clay is kept cold

And the spirit is controlled

And the car park is patrolled



In other news, I went along to what I thought was Curry Night

At what I'd hitherto perceived to be a pub that I could trust

And it transpired

Curry Night were there to play

Crowded House and David Gray

And though I didn't have to stay

I overheard the barman say

At the Queens up the road TBA were on, and so

I remained where I was

You ask me why, I say because

TBA are particularly glib



They do two sets

And then take requests…



Play one the drummer knows



Troubadours feted by the heavyweight press

Self-confessed freaks trying too hard to impress

Idiotic terminology sticking in the craw

Catch us in session

Catch us on tour

I checked out your single like you asked me to do

Where it says three minutes seventeen, it's twenty-two

And I think you'll find the catalogue number's incorrect

All in all, don't you think it's a good job that I checked?



Rock and roll