THE Friday Boys are a disparate group of men spread across Tyneside who meet once a week - 'always on a Friday' - to talk about the arts, raise a glass to recently departed heroes and villains and, at the evening's end, down a whisky or two. The FBs have only one golden rule - talk of the working week is strictly off-limit.
All the early Roman kings In their sharkskin suits Bow ties and buttons High top boots Drivin’ the spikes in Blazin’ the rails Nailed in their coffins In top hats and tails Fly away over Fly away, flap your wings Fly by night Like the early Roman kings
All the early roman kings In the early early morn Coming down the mountain Distributing the corn Speeding through the forest Racing down the track You try to get away They drag you back Tomorrow is friday We’ll see what it brings Everybody’s talking Bout the early roman kings
They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers They buy and they sell They destroyed your city They’ll destroy you as well They’re lecherous and treacherous A-Hell bent for leather Each of ‘em bigger than all of them put together Sluggers and muggers Wearing fancy gold rings All the women goin’ crazy For the early Roman kings
I can dress up your wounds With a blood-clotted rag I aint afraid to make love To a bitch or a hag If you see me comin’ And you’re standing there Wave your handkerchief In the air I ain’t dead yet My bell still rings I keep my fingers crossed Like them early roman kings
I can strip you of life Strip you of breath Ship you down To the house of death One day You will ask for me There’ll be no one else That you’ll wanna see Bring down my fiddle Tune up my strings I’m gonna break it wide open Like the early roman kings
I was up on black mountain The day Detroit fell They killed ‘em all off And they sent ‘em to hell Ding dong daddy You’re coming up short Gonna put you on trail In a sicilian court I’ve had my fun I’ve had my flings Gonna shake em all down Like the early roman kings
A somewhat unoriginal riff methinks. Come on Bob you can do better than this.
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ReplyDeleteEARLY ROMAN KINGS
All the early Roman kings
In their sharkskin suits
Bow ties and buttons
High top boots
Drivin’ the spikes in
Blazin’ the rails
Nailed in their coffins
In top hats and tails
Fly away over
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings
All the early roman kings
In the early early morn
Coming down the mountain
Distributing the corn
Speeding through the forest
Racing down the track
You try to get away
They drag you back
Tomorrow is friday
We’ll see what it brings
Everybody’s talking
Bout the early roman kings
They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers
They buy and they sell
They destroyed your city
They’ll destroy you as well
They’re lecherous and treacherous
A-Hell bent for leather
Each of ‘em bigger
than all of them put together
Sluggers and muggers
Wearing fancy gold rings
All the women goin’ crazy
For the early Roman kings
I can dress up your wounds
With a blood-clotted rag
I aint afraid to make love
To a bitch or a hag
If you see me comin’
And you’re standing there
Wave your handkerchief
In the air
I ain’t dead yet
My bell still rings
I keep my fingers crossed
Like them early roman kings
I can strip you of life
Strip you of breath
Ship you down
To the house of death
One day
You will ask for me
There’ll be no one else
That you’ll wanna see
Bring down my fiddle
Tune up my strings
I’m gonna break it wide open
Like the early roman kings
I was up on black mountain
The day Detroit fell
They killed ‘em all off
And they sent ‘em to hell
Ding dong daddy
You’re coming up short
Gonna put you on trail
In a sicilian court
I’ve had my fun
I’ve had my flings
Gonna shake em all down
Like the early roman kings
Ding Dong Daddio!
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