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As the temperature drops on the drunks out in Clapham<br>
I turn on my bx and it's like punk never happened<br>
The community's charged up and the West End's alight<br>
And it's Jimmy Bloody Tarbuck on a Saturday night<br>

And I'm sick to the back teeth, front teeth and tonsils<br>
Of hit making factories and kids sniffing Ronseal<br>
The run down, the hard up and the national health<br>
And it's Jimmy Bloody Tarbuck on a Sunday as well<br>

Friends, Romans, country fans<br>
If you're happpy and you know it<br>
You can clap your hands and say yeah!<br>

Yes sir no sir three bags full of newspaper<br>
Sleeping by the greengrocers over by the undertakers<br>
Died in a house fire mummy was at the bakers<br>
Buying broken biscuits, digestives and iced wafers<br>
I've broken my dentures, got senile dementure<br>
And I'm losing my barnet<br>
I'm an alternative Alf Garnett<br>

The Drums on this tune (or at least part of them) were programmed by Spinach, Fruitbat's Cat

alternative_alf_garnett.txt · Last modified: 2019/07/04 02:18 by parry