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sharron - bags to rags lyrics

[intro: news reporters]
as it turns out, tarquin t. dilbey and harold h. dilbey was behind the mass extinction of pheasants across the uk all along
an estimated 40 million pheasants have been found inside the pantry
the jury has made its decision, you are sentenced to 5 years in the peak district

[intro 2: tarquin t. dilbey, harold h. dilbey]
h+llo? h+llo? can you hear us? we need your help
we’ve been locked away in this poor persons house
if you can even call it a house
someone save us please
before wе see a p+ a p+ a poor person

[verse 1: tarquin t. dilbey, harold h. dilbey]
only four bathrooms, our last had ten
things sure arе rough in the ilum glen
door to door, i only take 3 steps
no more counting house to count my cheques
only three stories, our last had 20
who are these people? peasants a plenty
look at this décor, err it’s ikea
looks like these people had the right idea

[verse 2: tarquin t. dilbey, harold h. dilbey]
when i heard homeless, i didn’t expect this
a large pheasant banquet surely wouldn’t go amiss
living like this i feel just like a bottom dweller
scavenging for morsels, i miss my old wine cellar
no vomitorium? can’t have fourths, fifths or sixths
no quail on the plate, never heard of such myths
only a theatre? where’s the amphitheatre?
can’t gain your respect, i’m not your superior
[chorus: tarquin t. dilbey, harold h. dilbey]
look at us, from bags to rags
stuck in this place, surrounded by scallywags
look at us, were trapped in this dump
what are these pillows? they’re not even plumped
look at us, straight from the court house
guns all rusted, can’t shoot any grouse
look at us, all dressed in drab
withdrawal from pheasants, have to go to rehab

[bridge: tarquin t. dilbey, harold h. dilbey]
what is this book collection?
how dare they call this a library?
don’t even have a signed copy of jane eyre
let alone the bible (signed by god of course)

[pre+chorus: tarquin t. dilbey, harold h. dilbey]
their first idea was to hang us from the gibbet
but now were both here and its just not cricket
there’s poverty in the plaster, strife in the stone
and i heard they put cream before jam in their scones

[chorus: tarquin t. dilbey, harold h. dilbey]
look at us, from bags to rags
stuck in this place, surrounded by scallywags
look at us, were trapped in this dump
what are these pillows? they’re not even plumped
look at us, straight from the court house
guns all rusted, can’t shoot any grouse
look at us, all dressed in drab
withdrawal from pheasants, have to go to rehab
[post+chorus: harold h. dilbey]
bags to rags
bags to rags
to rags
bags to rags

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