reeves and mortimer - the big boys are in the butchers lyrics
oh, the glass bowl glows as the glass blower blows
a tiny glass swan from his blow pipe flows
a huff, not a wind blasts into the bowl
producing these goods here on his stall
oh, your delicate swans may well appeal
but come take a look at my wainwright’s wheel
the rim, the hubs, the spokes so central
preferring glass swans, you must be mental
le pain de la mer dans le nuit
the sweet, sweet sea bread of the sea
les grands garcons est dans la boucherie
the big boys are in the butchers
oh, the dirt hеre is seen as the dry cleanеr cleans
some sick out of his hat and some blood encrusted jeans
your wheel is round, that i doubt not
but my dry cleaning drum is both round and yet hot
i’m beautifully dressed
you’re clearly obsessed
but you’ve not impressed the bloke from go west
but what does he know?
i’ll tell you, you fool
he hides ribena under his stool
le pain de la mer dans le nuit
the sweet, sweet sea bread of the sea
le grands garcons est dans la boucherie
the big boys are in the butchers
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