Some snatches of song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s instruction is to remove and discard the moulded polystyrene packaging, slice open the clear protective membrane with a keen blade and check that there has been no leakage from the round phlogiston tank marked ‘X’; loosen the cock-screws marked ‘Z’, but do not remove them, fold back triangular flaps ‘A’ ‘B’ and ‘D’ – you must not fold back triangular flap ‘C’ at this time. See that all the six wicks are free of soot and debris, and light them with a match; slide the slatted aluminium cover (supplied) over the top, put on a pair of ear defenders (not supplied) and stand well back.
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‘Whoo-oo-oo-oo…’
‘Sailor Sam abandon the run, abandon the run…’
‘It’s the way-oh, way-oh.’
‘With this you whirl all your scissors girl.’
‘Didna-wah! Didna-wah!’
‘It’s your real lip now baby…’
‘Post your roast, post it yeah!…’
‘Baby, you go bip me soon.’
‘Oh, oh, throw out the stove!…’
‘A hole in my harp, yay-yay, wool-wool.’
‘Lovely make me swell, here I am night time.’
‘Rule noon, not clean, all over, it’s all over.’
‘Oh time… Stripe stripe and something sighing…’
‘I flounder, I hoe, I high-high girl…’
‘My soul crawling on ahead, tell me baby, tell me baby…’
‘Two half every you laugh bread and apples.’
‘Silver in my heart, time is a pie…’
‘Fine round is ample simple, smile to find.’
‘A chirrup, a chirrup, see my spider is wide…’
‘The kippers are so lucky, key-key! Set me free!…’
‘I don’t wanna whoo, no no…’

(Did you spot the Paul McCartney reference?)
For information on how these lines are collected you could click here.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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6 Responses to Some snatches of song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

  1. ‘My soul crawling on ahead, tell me baby, tell me baby…’ ooh thats a bit dark and mysterious. Apocalyptic, even.

  2. ktz2 says:

    Yes, I did spot the McCartney reference to that frothy song of his. . other than the fact you’ve now made me think of it–every one of these is a gem.

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