Uberplebs - Gavel Dash Lyrics

Who's there with the knock
On varnished floors in his socks
You say "this way" I say "Norway"
And we end up in Bombay
For a night in the foot stocks

Tambourine like a march hare
Bourne upon the summer air
Luminous echoes of our youth
I am our time, you are our booth
The oak had a branch there

Was a serf now he's a noble
Took more shares in Exxonmobil
Eyes ache from the dogtooth
Lies take more fuel than truth
Booked a holiday in Chernobyl

Wolfsbane in the membrane
Raises hell on the counterpane
Scattered like optical flint
"Farewell and adieu" sang Quint
"To you, ladies of Spain"

Split daggers from cloaks
And the 1066 hoax
As a hobby he'd dust for prints
Had no name and it was Clint
Only laughed at his bone jokes

Did the MOT on Santa's sleigh
Had a bit-part in the under play
You give him the coldcock
Like John and Sherlock
I saw you next Wednesday