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
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
So join me wheeling my piano 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