Ian Dury And The Blockheads Ballad Of The Sulphate Strangler Lyrics

Ballad Of The Sulphate Strangler Lyrics

are we rolling?
here we go then
and 1,2, 3
2, 2, 3

a boy was
born to Jack and Marge
In 1951
and what is love, is love, is love
and
what is done, is done
the baby grew in size and rage
beyond his normal
years
and when there’s blood on every page
the diary ends in
tears

1-2-3-4
and I won’t forget the
‘Strangler
he’s a lesson to us all
a night in shinning
armor
and nearly ten feet tall
I won’t forget the
'Strangler
he’s the Bournemouth Buckaroo
his freinds will always
weep for him
and this I tell you true

I met him up in Finchly the man
from TFA
he drove a balck three-tonner containing our PA
he wore a
thousand earings and a diamond on his tooth
his multi-hued probosis betrayed
a stormy youth
the 'Strangler on his roller-skates was over 6 foot ten
he
had a double set of documents in the names of other men
been on the road or
off the road a thousand times sinse then
I only wish there’d come a
chance to do it all again

and I won’t forget the
‘Strangler
and nor will many more
salute the Mighty
‘Strangelr
hear the might ‘Strangler roar
I wont’
froget the ‘Strangler
he’s as volotile as wind
if
no-one’s getting loopy, then no-one’s getting
chinned

later in the saga, we come to chapter two
of big Pete Rush
the 'Strangler, the Bournemouth buckaroo
we hit the road together, the
Blockheads and thier crew
a gramm of wiz, a drop of vod, a can of special
brew
from Spain to San Fransico we blazed the funky trail
with occational
diosbursements to keep the Strangler out of jail
when we got to New York City
we had to let him go
‘cose the dramas going on backstage were better
than the show

and I won’t forget the 'Strangler
and this point
we drift apart
he said you placed a dagger now 
right in my strawberry
tart
full bound for death or glory
and worth his wieght in gold
when
the devil made the 'Strangler, he threw away the mold

these are the
scars of the life that I lead
the veins are drink and the nose is from
speed
a Stanley knife here which had me well geed
do I get cut and do I
not bleed?
each purple patch upon my face 
shall rudley chart my fall
from grace
I will not pass the loving cup until the patches all join
up!

then Jenny came and told the news that big Pete Rush had died
and
me and Baxter were so sad, it was a pity, how we cried
the mighty Sulphate
Strangler was the last on of his breed
now he’s got a white
three-tonner and he’s knocking out Godspeed

and I won’t
forget the Strangler
and nor will many more
salute the might
Strangelr
hear the might Strangler roar
I won’t forget the
Strangler
he’s as volotile as wind
he takes the world’s
incumberence 
when it wasn’t him who sinned

I won’t
forget the Strangler
I wish he hadn’t died
Now he’s hanging
out with Lynott across the great devide
I won’t forget the
strangler
he’s worth his wieght in gold
when the devil made the
strangler he threw away the mold

and I won’t forget the
Strangler
and I won’t forget the Strangler
and I won’t
forget the Strangler
and I won’t forget the Strangler