Blood On the Rooftops

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 make some tea

The Arabs and the 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

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 make that tea

Blood on the rooftops

Too much for me

When old Mother Goose stops

They're out for 23

Then the rain at Lords stopped play

Seems Helen of Troy

Has found a new face again