Ballard Of The Sulphate Strangler

Are we rolling?

Here we go then

And one, two, three,

Two, two, three

A boy was born to Jack and Marge in 1951

And what is love, is love, is love

And what is done, is done

The baby grew in size and rage

Beyond his normal years

And when there's blood on every page

The diary ends in tears

One, two, three, four,

And I won't forget the strangler

He's a lesson to us all

A knight in shining armour

And nearly ten feet tall

I won't forget the strangler

He's the Bournemouth Buckaroo

His friends will always weep for him

And this I tell you true

I met him up in Finchley the man from TFA

He drove a black three-tonner containing our PA

He wore a thousand earrings and a diamond on his tooth

His multi-hued proboscis betrayed a stormy youth

The strangler on his roller-skates was over six foot ten

He had a double set of documents in the names of other men

Been on the road or off the road a thousand times since then

I only wish there'd come a chance to do it all again

And I won't forget the strangler

And nor will many more

Salute the mighty strangler

Hear the mighty strangler roar

I won't forget the strangler

He's as volatile as wind

If no one's getting loopy, then no one's getting chinned

Later in the saga, we come to chapter two

Of big Pete Rush the strangler, the Bournemouth Buckaroo

We hit the road together, the Blockheads and their crew

A gram of whiz, a drop of vod, a can of special brew

From Spain to San Francisco we blazed a funky trail

With occasional disbursements to keep the strangler out of jail

When we got to New York City we had to let him go

'Cos the dramas going on backstage were better than the show

And I won't forget the strangler

And this point we drift apart

He said you placed a dagger now

Right in my strawberry tart

Full bound for death or glory

And worth his weight in gold

When the devil made the strangler, he threw away the mould

These are the scars of the life that I lead

The veins are from drink and the nose is from speed

A Stanley knife here which had me well geed

Do I get cut and do I not bleed?

Each purple patch upon my face

Shall rudely chart my fall from grace

I will not pass the Loving Cup until the patches all join up

Then Jenny came and told the news that big Pete Rush had died

And me and Baxter were so sad, it was a pity how we cried

The mighty sulphate strangler was the last one of his breed

Now he's got a white three-tonner and he's knocking out Godspeed

And I won't forget the strangler

And nor will many more

Salute the mighty strangler

Hear the mighty strangler roar

I won't forget the strangler

He's as volatile as wind

He takes the world's encumbrance

When it wasn't him who sinned

I won't forget the Strangler

I wish he hadn't died

Now he's hanging out with Lynott across the great divide

I won't forget the strangler

He's worth his weight in gold

When the devil made the strangler he threw away the mould

I won't forget the Strangler

I won't forget the Strangler

I won't forget the Strangler

I won't forget the Strangler