With Flowers In Their Hair
The Beatles and The Rolling Stones
Fleetwood Mac and Tom Jones
The Who and Chubby Checker
Reggae music by Desmond Dekker.
Procul Harem's Whiter Shade of Pale
Johnny Cash singing in San Quentin Jail
Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band
Mods and Rockers clashing on the sand.
Hippies with flowers in their hair
I got you Babe by Sonny and Cher
Sandie Shaw in her bare feet
The Kinks were down on Dead End Street.
Michael Caine was Alfie and a soldier in Zulu
A Eurovision entry was sung by bubbly Lulu
And where on earth was Itchycoo Park?
Oh Pretty Woman sang Orbison in glasses so dark.
So did the sixties fill you full of passion?
Were you a dedicated follower of fashion?
A much missed decade of creativity and fun
Replaced sadly by Hoodies, Knives, and the Gun.
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Big Jack Loves His Food
Jack went to his doctors
he hadn't been for a year
twenty five stone he was
due to his love of chips and beer.
The doctor said he was now obese
and he would have to lose weight
Jack was told to eat more salads
and to stop drinking ale by the crate.
But Jack was now depressed
because he really loved his grub
his favourite meal was pie and chips
washed down with ten pints in the pub.
But he knew he was far too heavy
and the doctor was probably right
but he wanted one last big meal
down the pub that very night.
But alas Jack ate far too much
and couldn't stop filling his face
and after one pie too many
he exploded into outer space.
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Hair today gone tomorrow
Some people have got a lot of hair
whilst others have hardly any at all
many have a thick looking mop
for a lot it's just a bright shiny ball.
It's there to cover a persons head
shades of black, brown, blonde, and grey,
some of it stays firmly in place
but in the wind a wig can be blown away.
Women like to try different styles
they can become a redhead overnight
but always say their hair looks nice
that's if you don't want to start a fight.
As you get older it starts to change colour
your dark locks can even turn white
that's when a lot of folk start to dye it
but for some reason it never looks right.
So if your hair is starting to fall out
or you've got not one hair on top
just think of all the money you'll save
with no more trips to your local barber shop!
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Wishing I'd Been Spartacus
Wouldn't it have been something
To have been a Gladiator in ancient Rome
Instead of being stuck in a call centre
Having to talk to irate people on the phone?
Wouldn't it have been really exciting
To have been a cowboy in the Wild West
Instead of working in an office
Advising people on how to invest?
Wouldn't it have been exhilarating
To have been a pirate on the seven seas
Instead of being employed in a shop
Stacking shelves with tins of soup and peas?
Wouldn't it have been truly dangerous
To have been a gangster like Al Capone
instead of having to cold call people
Asking them if they need a loan?
And wouldn't it have been totally awesome
To have been an Apache Red Indian
Instead of sitting here daydreaming thinking,
I wonder what it's like to be an Alien?
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Happy Birthday Robert Zimmerman
One of music's legends is Seventy One today
he was born Robert Allen Zimmerman
better known as Bob Dylan to the rest of us
a poet, a songwriter, actor, painter and a musician.
He's written some classic songs over the years
and he has inspired so many artists along the way
he started out writing and singing in the sixties
and he is still performing around the world today.
His voice is unique and it's one of a kind
you know it's Dylan by it's pitch and tone
singing Mr Tambourine Man, Blowin in the Wind,
The Times they are a Changin, and Like a Rolling Stone.
His music is a mixture of Folk, Rock, and the Blues,
but if you want some poetry then Dylan's your man
he's like Shakespeare with a guitar in his hand
and I bet if the Bard was alive today he'd be a big fan!
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Mind your language Billy!
Old Billy just loved to swear
he really liked to cuss
he'd use bad language everywhere
in the street and on the bus.
He would even swear in church
effing that and effing this
when the vicar told him to stop
Billy swore and said give us a kiss.
He swore when he was stone cold sober
but even worse when he'd had a few
old ladies often told him to mind his language
but Billy would laugh and say screw you.
One day though he wouldn't stop cussing
so a Policeman arrested him on the spot
when asked in court why he was swearing
Billy replied because he was too effing hot.
Sadly Billy choked one day while he was eating
but even in death his swearing would never die
because on his gravestone are written the words:
I EFFING KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE EATEN THAT EFFING PORK PIE!
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A life of standing and waiting
Standing in the bus queue
it's twenty minutes late again
when you get on the bus is full
public transport what a pain.
Standing in the post office
fifteen minutes just for a stamp
stood in a long line of people
now my back hurts it must be cramp.
Standing at the railway station
waiting for a train that's been delayed
and when it finally bothers to arrive
we're told there's an engine fault I'm afraid.
Standing in a queue outside the cinema
been looking forward to this film all day
but after waiting patiently for half an hour
I'm told it's now full so I have to go away.
Standing about and queueing is what we do
I wonder if it's like this in Heaven when you pass away?
knowing my luck I'll be in a long line of people
only to be told your in the wrong place so go away!
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The Charity Shop
They're not called second hand stores
as that's not politically correct
so you must call them charity shops
out of courtesy and respect.
But where would we be without them?
because some are like an Aladdin's cave
as in them you'll find all kinds of stuff
and look at all the money you can save.
There's clothes for all shapes and sizes
Jumpers, T.Shirts, Trousers, and Shoes,
myself I like looking through the books
and the C.D'S of Rock, Pop, and the Blues.
We're living in a time of Austerity
meaning there's not much money to go around
so thank God for all of the charity shops
and those that sell everything for a pound.
So if your a bloke looking for a suit
or a woman after a blouse or a top
there's a good chance you'll find one
down your good old local charity shop!
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The Pugilist
You need to be tough to be a boxer
it helps to have a granite like chin
be able to move and bob and weave
and get up off the canvas to win.
Hours and hours of sparring at the gym
cauliflower ears and a nose that bends
sit-ups, press-ups, and punching the bags,
blood, sweat, and tears are his closest friends.
The boxer hears the noise of the crowd
screaming, shouting, baying for blood,
but he battles on ignoring his pain
ahead on points and fighting real good.
Remember all of what the trainer has said
stay on your feet and don't go down
but his strength is going can he go on?
he must if he wants to win that crown.
Cut and bloodied and out on his feet
he holds on to the end of the fight
the referee walks over and raises his arm
now a new champion reigns supreme tonight!
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All The Jobs I've Had Over The Years
I was always into sport
when I was at school
or doing impressions
and acting the fool.
Left at fifteen
unsure what to do
and as for a job
I hadn't a clue.
My Dad was a builder
so worked on site
grafted during the day
stayed out late at night.
When I got older
employed on the railway
laying down tracks
worked hard for my pay.
But got restless again
and ended up in a factory
but I hated every minute
it just wasn't for me.
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