OPUS 400 Lyrics

 

Old Grey Chops is dead, long live Grey Chops

Spohc yerg evil gnol daed si spohc yerg dlo

Comes apocalypse there goes a bonny Johnny Cagney

Goes apocalypse here comes a bonny Johnny Wagner

Comes apocalypse there goes a bonny Johnny Cagney

Goes apocalypse here comes a bonny Johnny Wagner

Comes apocalypse

Goes apocalypse

Comes apocalypse there goes a bonny Johnny Cagney

Goes apocalypse here comes a bonny Johnny Wagner

Comes apocalypse

Goes apocalypse

Asylum asylum

Asylum asylum

Tally ho Grey Chops

Go Grey Chops

See em off see em off see em off see em off see em off see em off

See em off see em off see em off see em off see em off see em off

Comes apocalypse there goes a bonny Johnny Cagney

Goes apocalypse here comes a bonny Johnny Wagner

Comes apocalypse

Goes apocalypse

Asylum asylum

Asylum asylum

Old Grey Chops is dead long live Grey Chops

The wind cries hill rain

The wind cries hill rain

The wind cries hill rain

The wind cries hill rain

Bon apres midi

Bon apres midi

Bon apres midi

Bon apres midi

Bon apres midi

Bon apres midi

I donít wanna be a wannabe

I wanna be a somebody

But if I wanna be a somebody

That makes me a wannabe

I donít wanna be

I donít wanna be

I donít wanna be

I donít wanna be

I donít wanna be a wannabe

I donít wanna be a wannabe

Hill rain!

Hill rain,  So cool in the summertime

Hill rain,  So passive in wintertime

Hill rain   Hill rain   Hill rain

The folks on the hill bearing profiles so low

(Hill rain) Living on the high ground safe from floods down below

(Hill rain) Rain that soddens the ground into valley of tears

(Hill rain) Children laughing with joy when the rainbow appears

Hill rain!

Hill rain,  So cool in the summertime

Hill rain,  So passive in wintertime

Hill rain  Hill rain  Hill rain

Hill rain is a friend to the wayward and strays

(Hill rain) And to all of the lonely hearts lost in the maze

(Hill rain) Let the storm clouds abound with the break of the dawn

(Hill rain) And weíll shower in downpour when new day is born

Hill rain!

Those boots those boots listen to those boots

Worn on the feet of the Rosewood Brigade

Aching and tired they proudly march through our streets again

Back from the jaws of hell

Setting an unprecedented new world of freedom

Defeating the merciless torment of oppression and fear

Returning us to our dignity justice and peace

Giving this wonderful land back to our beloved citizens

I hear the bugles call with the marching sound of a

Rumpty tumpty tiddely umpty

I hear distant bugles call

I see the lights of home as we march along to a

Rumpty tumpty tiddely umpty

I can see the lights of home

Those boots those boots listen to those boots

Those bruised and blood spattered limbs

Have trekked the beaten path

Have slayed the dragons and the warlords

Who dared to rob us of our freedom and independence

And beloved Rosewood emblem

As we sleep safe in our beds tonight

We light a candle and say a prayer of thanks

As we listen to the boots of the Rosewood Brigade

Marching through theirs and our streets of home

Opening up the gates of freedom

To our treasured heritage

Return return the Rosewood emblem

Return return the Rosewood emblem

Return return the Rosewood emblem

Return return the Rosewood emblem

Heís a morris dancer morris dancer morris dancer morris dancer

Morris dancer morris dancer morris dancer morris dancer

They who restoreth their souls when baptised

In the waters of Kereth will endure omnipotence

Do do do doing it

Doing their own thing

Covet in splendour the soul that will sitteth

At the right hand of humble deeds and righteousness

Do do do doing it

Doing their own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

Lifeís too short and youíre on your own

Will you see results from the seeds youíve sewn

Well Iím doing it doing my own thing

Doing it  doing it

Well Iím doing it doing my own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

Time goes fast so I hear them say

Lifeís what you make it live it today

And Iím doing it doing my own thing

Doing it doing it

And Iím doing it doing my own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing

Donít waste time doing what you hate

Every day is precious donít leave it too late

So Iím doing it doing my own thing

Doing it doing it

So Iím doing it doing my own thing

So Iím doing it doing my own thing

Doing it doing it

So Iím doing it doing my own thing

So Iím doing it doing my own thing

Doing it doing it

So Iím doing it doing my own thing

As told by the tablets of Kereth in golden days of yore

Those who follow this pathway will relinquisheth all and be hallowed

Doing their own thing

Fat cats and Irishmen are so profound

Pushing the river rats well underground

All mighty words put down by tongue and pen

Two cultures thrown back in the mix again

Thereís more outlaws on the loose

Now Robin Hood is in reverse

Now bailed out from the eight ball plight

All gratitude to motherís purse

The glory days are well in reach

And then the Irish eyes will smile

So ditch the grey and put the green

Back in the treasured Emerald Isle

Fat cats and Irishmen work for harmony again

No winners in this race saved by amazing grace

First past the post never mind the host

Proportional representation isnít that easy a quotation

One more sunrise then weíre home and dry!

Perfect harmony always caring always sharing

Perfect harmony perfect harmony

Every day is like a lazy carefree summer holiday

Perfect ha ha harmony

Perfect ha ha harmony

Weíre sharing love in perfect harmony

Perfect harmony always caring always sharing

Perfect harmony perfect harmony

Every day is like a lazy carefree summer holiday

Perfect ha ha harmony

Perfect ha ha harmony

Weíre sharing love in perfect harmony

Big fishes call the tune you have no say

Smug joy to see the powder monkeys play

Spin doctors weave the web and make the match

Old Milton Friedman brought them up to scratch

Present market forces always

Dictate hyped up to the nine

And now weíre batting for the other

Team turn water into wine

With every fat cat ever sponsored

By the proletariat

The Irishman is always wary

Of their welcome on the mat

Fat cats and Irishmen endeavouring to find common ground

Forming the fundamental basis of respect and candour

There are no winners in this race

Soon to be saved by amazing grace

One more sunrise then weíre home and dry!

Yeh, yeh yeh yeh yeh

I always took Ida up

I never put Ida down

If you send my Ida up

Well then Iíll really go to town

Ida down Ida down donít put my Ida down

Ida down Ida down donít put my Ida down

Ida down Ida down donít put my Ida down

Ida down Ida down donít  p p p p p p put my Ida down

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

Donít bend my ear

Donít talk me into it

Donít bend my ear

Itís getting more absurd

You talk the hind legs off a mule

I get the picture cut the rhubarb

Iím nobodyís fool

Youíre making no impression with your ten to the dozen

Donít think youíre going to end the night as my kissing cousin

Put your money where your mouth is

Put your honey and your sweet talk away

Dutch courage is one thing reality another

Tomorrow is another day

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

Donít bend my ear

Donít talk me into it

Donít bend my ear

Itís getting more absurd

You talk the hind legs off a mule

I get the picture cut the rhubarb

Iím nobodyís fool

Youíre making no impression with your ten to the dozen

Donít think youíre going to end the night as my kissing cousin

Put your money where your mouth is

Put your honey and your sweet talk away

Dutch courage is one thing reality another

Tomorrow is another day

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

All mouth and trousers

Thatís what you are thatís what you are thatís what you are

Donít bend my ear

Donít talk me into it

Donít bend my ear

Itís getting more absurd

You talk the hind legs off a mule

I get the picture

Cut the rhubarb

Iím nobodyís fool

Youíre making no impression with your ten to the dozen

Donít think youíre going to end the night as my kissing cousin

Put your money where your mouth is

Put your honey and your sweet talk away

Dutch courage is one thing reality another

Tomorrow is another day

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