No 6
New member
Walking Your Blues Away (misprint)
By Ivor Biggun
More Filth! Dirt Cheap (1981)
Transcribed from disc by Martin Rundkvist
All those lonely blues songs, you might feel that you wrote 'em.
You might be sad and think that life has kicked you in the scrotum.
Be brave and wipe that teardrop from your eye,
there's one more remedy you can try:
Wanking your blues away,
Wanking your blues away
If you haven't had a promise
And you haven't got a sister or a wife
And your brother's not keen.
You can get to the promised land
The answer's right there in your hand
Try wanking to the rhythm of life
It's a source of some amusement
that the craft of self-abusement
was invented, so it's thought,
by the Greeks and the Westphalians,
perfected by Australians,
developed by the Welsh into a competitive sport.
Wanking your blues away,
Wanking your blues away
Shirt on the floor,
One hand and a metronome
And lots of boogy-woogy
The Cowman sits there on his farm
With loads of blisters on his arm
Wanking 'til the cows come home
(Garle it Ivor!)
It's time to take your trousers down
Lock the door and go to town
You can wipe away your frown and wank your blues away.
Don't worry that you'll lose your sight
Make the world seem gay and bright.
WANKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE and wank your blues away!
Wanking your blues away
Wanking your blues away
It's a harmless hobby, it's what your right arm's for
And not for drinking lager.
The basic kit for masturbation
Is a plonker and a hand and imagination.
Keep wanking 'til you just can't wank no more,
But don't forget to close the bathroom door!
By Ivor Biggun
More Filth! Dirt Cheap (1981)
Transcribed from disc by Martin Rundkvist
All those lonely blues songs, you might feel that you wrote 'em.
You might be sad and think that life has kicked you in the scrotum.
Be brave and wipe that teardrop from your eye,
there's one more remedy you can try:
Wanking your blues away,
Wanking your blues away
If you haven't had a promise
And you haven't got a sister or a wife
And your brother's not keen.
You can get to the promised land
The answer's right there in your hand
Try wanking to the rhythm of life
It's a source of some amusement
that the craft of self-abusement
was invented, so it's thought,
by the Greeks and the Westphalians,
perfected by Australians,
developed by the Welsh into a competitive sport.
Wanking your blues away,
Wanking your blues away
Shirt on the floor,
One hand and a metronome
And lots of boogy-woogy
The Cowman sits there on his farm
With loads of blisters on his arm
Wanking 'til the cows come home
(Garle it Ivor!)
It's time to take your trousers down
Lock the door and go to town
You can wipe away your frown and wank your blues away.
Don't worry that you'll lose your sight
Make the world seem gay and bright.
WANKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE and wank your blues away!
Wanking your blues away
Wanking your blues away
It's a harmless hobby, it's what your right arm's for
And not for drinking lager.
The basic kit for masturbation
Is a plonker and a hand and imagination.
Keep wanking 'til you just can't wank no more,
But don't forget to close the bathroom door!