On Beaumont Road – Paul Hollands

DOGGER, ROCKALL, MALIN, IRISH SEA

Help me rescue my piano from this clutter and junk

This is someone else’s life now and it’s got me in a funk

Please help me wheel my piano back to Beaumont Road

You’ll find us wheeling our piano down Beaumont Road

You can be the King of the Parade if you help us share the load

When the left hand’s walking the riff can bring you home

You don’t need to sing a hymn for the song to have soul

We’re coming to the bridge so you can drop right in

The Quakers won’t complain if you sing it like a hymn

On Beaumont Road

So join me wheeling my piano down Beaumont Road

Down Beaumont Road

Harborne nights in the attic

Shipping forecast for our lullaby

We’re the noise makers and heartbreakers

But the music doesn’t lie

Dogger, Rockall, Malin

Strains from the Irish sea

These sibilant penumbras

Don’t mean a thing to me on Beaumont Road

You’ll find us wheeling all our gear down old Snow Hill

Hoping we might catch sight of Tony, Oz or Bill

Going down swingin in Moseley, these Sisters are Dangerous

Baby let’s go down to New Orleans I hear the bars ain’t so rough

Drinking and smoking and waiting to see the band

And we can feast on that tiger spice coz we get cash in hand

I hope Chuck Prophet sings Summertime Thing