Blood on the Rooftops - Steve Hackett

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play

We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day

Won’t you stay?

Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you’re still dry

The outlook’s fine though Wales might have some rain

Saved again.

Let’s skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)

Arabs and Jews boy (too much for me)

They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep)

And the thing I hate--Oh Lord!

Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation’s fate.

Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised!

You’ve won the West in time to be our guest

Name your prize!

Drop of wine, a glass of beer dear what’s the time?

The grime on the Tyne is mine all mine all mine

Five past nine.

Blood on the rooftops--Venice in the Spring

The Streets of San Francisco--a word from Peking

The trouble was started--by a young Errol Flynn

Better in my day--Oh Lord!

For when we got bored, we’d have a world war, happy but poor

So let’s skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)