Shit Arm, Bad Tattoo Songtext / Lyric

I could have put my head in a bucket full of porridge

And moaned about the hospital parking scheme

I would have saved 14 pounds

That I just splashed out on your second album

For that's what it's akin to

And furthermore

You've got a shit arm, and that's a bad tattoo

You've got a shit arm, and that's a bad tattoo






If you're going to quote from the Book of Revelation

Don't keep calling it the Book of Revelations

There's no “s”, it's the Book of Revelation

As revealed to St John the Divine

See also Mary Hopkin

She must despair

You've got a shit arm, and that's a bad tattoo

You've got a shit arm, and that's a bad tattoo



Authentic celtic band…



Advent in the High Street

I point and sing

Busk when it's Christmas, you only busk when it's Christmas

And you've got a shit arm, and that's a bad tattoo

You've got a shit arm, and that's a bad tattoo

Shit arm, bad tattoo

Shit arm, bad tattoo

Shit arm, bad tattoo

Shit arm, bad tattoo (you've got a)

Shit arm, bad tattoo (you've got a)

Shit arm, bad tattoo (you've got a)

Shit arm, bad tattoo

Ah well you've got a shit arm, and that's a bad tattoo