Category Archives: His Worship & The Pig

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There’s some who think drinking’s a pleasure
While others might say it’s a gift
It turns some into laughable affable fools
While some get the misogs or manically miffed
But there’s just a few turn into monsters
Beer sodden Jekyl and Hydes
And if all this rings true and you recognise you
It’s about time you took this advice

Chorus
If you can’t hold your beer then don’t drink it
If you can’t stand the sauce then don’t sink it
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If some nutcase requests Christmas stories in May
ATILLA, ATILLA THE HEN
His Worsh and the Pig they will just say “No way!”
ATILLA, ATILLA THE HEN
Unless it’s Atilla demanding the job
When His Worsh and the Pig they will just say “No probs!”
It’s better by far than a smack in the gob
FROM ATILLA, ATILLA THE HEN

Words and music by Jeff Parton

Well now you’ve called on us to sing we’ll see what we can do
But first of all there’s something that we have to say to you
We know you must be wondering, so this is how it goes,
We feel we ought to tell you now so everybody knows:

Chorus:
I am His Worship and he is the Pig
Couldn’t you picture me wearing a wig
His manners are not as refined as his trotters ‘cause
I am His Worship and he is the Pig

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Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

It’s no wonder that I look so pale and wan
I’ve got every ill and ailment known to man
Talk to me of viruses, I’ll say I’ve got the set
Including one that’s only isolated in Tibet
That can only be contracted from a llama or a yak
I tell you it’s a hard life for a hypochondriac

Chorus:
‘Cause I’m slipping away, slipping away
Can’t you see I’m knocking at death’s door
Slipping away, slipping away
I’ve been slipping now since 1964

I’m so full of … Continue reading →

Words & music by Dave Boulton

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

I’m doing alright, though I’m nervous at night
When there’s noise or next door makes a din
But I’ve bolts and I’ve locks, and a box of old tops
To wake me if someone gets in
And I’m still my own boss, I decide what’s what
And I make and I break my own rules
And I’m not in the hands of some blousy madame
In a house full of silly old fools

Chorus:
So it isn’t the Lea or the Homestead for me
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Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton

Probably the very first song Jeff and I wrote together after watching a more “modern” artiste in a folk club. The music was much different than the “traddy” stuff he and I were playing.  We looked at each other and one of us said. (can’t remember who). “We’re going, extinct mate.” We wrote the song soon after.

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

We’re just two ancient singers with gnarled arthritic fingers
We can hardly get our hands around the chords
After twenty years of practice, just when we thought we’d cracked it
No-one … Continue reading →

Words by: Dave Boulton Music by: Jeff Parton

I saw a documentary about the fat flushers. I was gob smacked that anyone needed to do their job and gob smacked at what their job was day to day. I couldn’t reist writing an anthem in praise of their vital activities. 

See below for some background notes

The Pink Album by Dave Boulton

I’ll sing of the flushers, a rare breed of hero
Our deeds never feature in poems or song
Cause we spend our lives down in the bowels of your town
Making sure that your sewage stays where it belongs
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This song is about somone sat at the back
But don’t all go turning round
If you want to know who then I’ll give you a clue
It’s the blonde person doing the sound
Now at twiddling knobs there’s no hassle or probs
The fact is she’s splendid and super
But the problem that burns put in delicate terms
Is the fact that she swears like a trooper

Now David and me don’t mind S-H-1-T
But will you stop F-in and Blindin
We ignore the odd arse and we’d let bugger pass
But will you stop F-in and Blindin
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