Any Old Irony? lyrics
Song information
Artist: Skyclad Album: Folkemon
Lyrics
At the vanguard of a juddering caravan Hurriedly galloping down a dirt-track Six furtive figures, crooked as caliban; Smuggling hope to the land of the claque
Weary, hoarse-riders; irksomely blistered Spent from a decade a-roving the road Frigging a jig for our brothers and sisters; Stark-raving-madrigals by the cartload
Without trepidation I sing in laudation; Vocal salute to all travelling tinkers Vagabond nation joined in congregation United free-thinkers cry from the bryony;
"Any old irony?!"
[Chorus:] Come one, come all to our travelling circus; Cast-off your cares for the painted parade Whirl down the wynd like dervish-berserkers; If life hands us lemons; we'll make lemonade
Maybe jay's smashed (?), drumming up passion; Scarring forever with each brisk tattoo Bean's in the place so bass is in fashion Killing us all with his amp set on 2
Watch out for ridley the raucously tiddly Unplugged he's no dr. jekyll....so hyde! Desperate-dan-ramsey; deft fingers diddle Watching the match on a telly stage-side
The cat on the fiddle, miss georgie biddle; Keeping it reeling with her fugue electric Stuck in the middle I'll rhyme you a riddle; Irate and eclectic my cry from the bryony;
"Any old irony?!"
[Chorus:] Come one, come all to our travelling circus; Cast-off your cares for the painted parade Whirl down the wynd like dervish-berserkers; If life hands us lemons; we'll make lemonade
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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