Tyrolean Knockabout Songtext / Lyric

I've been strolling down my favourite lane

And I've been bowling my left-arm occasionals again

Life gets sweeter the more that I understand

The flora and the fauna and the hedgerows abound in this land



Monday morning the field paths are calling my name

No storm warning is going to stop me setting out again

You could join me

My flask is full to the brim

And let's face it it beats skulking round the seven-inch import section with him






I'm keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song

A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along

Let's hear it for the brakeman, without him I'd have to find more words

Yodelay-ee-hoo



I've been goading D-list Paul Ross for a laugh

By unloading outside what he would call his “gaff”

Old fridge-freezers

Doors all removed like we're told

His face at the window on waking a sight to behold



I'm keeping my feet above the mulch of the barton with song

A drink and a four-handed reel as I ramble along

Let's hear it for the brakeman, without him I'd have to find more words

Yodelay-ee-hoo