Whit Week Malarkey Songtext / Lyric

Up in the trees down on the ground

High in the hills under the sea

People playing low-key warm-up gigs

Performing tasters from their new LP



We just got back from Greek isle Kos

Didn't see no Vicky Leandros

We had a 96-track studio

And it was haunted by a Red Indian



See what we've got in the pipeline

The Edge said we could maybe buy-on

Met him at prestigious Marquee Club

Mixed a storming set by Vow Wow

Vow Wowowow






Oooh he's here again

The man with the gaffer tape supplies

We'll blow the headline act away

Cos we've brought a coachload down with us



Whit Week malarkey on the prom

Eyes down, look in

Win beige headboard

She's got a green belt in astrology

And I've got a black belt

In NoCanDo



My turn soon on Karaoke

Girl nearby asks who I might be

May be Boz Scaggs singing “Lido”

Or I might just up and leave



Just up and leave…