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Gordon the Tragic Dragoon
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Gordy, the tragic dragoon lives in Shieldfield
And frolicks in the Monkey Bar imbibing til he keels,
Little Janice Howling loves the mincy puff,
And buys him nuts and packets of crisps and other fancy stuff.
Oh Gordy, the tragic dragoon lives in Shieldfield
And frolicks in the Monkey Bar imbibing til he keels,
Gordy, the tragic dragoon lives in Shieldfield
And frolicks in the Monkey Bar imbibing til he keels.
Together they would travel in a car which billowed fumes
Janice kept a lookout perched on the mincers flowing plumes,
The bar staff and the punters would chuckle whene?er they came,
And the mincy boys would lower their kegs when Gordy lisped his name.
Oh Gordy, the tragic dragoon lives in Shieldfield
And frolicks in the Monkey Bar imbibing til he keels,
Gordy, the tragic dragoon lives in Shieldfield
And frolicks in the Monkey Bar imbibing til he keels.
On Remembrance Sunday the mincer was parading slick,
It took so much out of the big girls blouse he phoned in on the sick.
For two days he was bedridden moaning he was really ill,
If Our Lads don?t stuff Iraq then Godfrey surely will.
Oh Gordy, the tragic dragoon lives in Shieldfield
And frolicks in the Monkey Bar imbibing til he keels,
Gordy, the tragic dragoon lives in Shieldfield
And frolicks in the Monkey Bar imbibing til he keels. | |
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