Lyric What A Bringdown
by Ginger Baker
Dainties in a jam-jar, parson s colour in the sky.
Water in a fountain doesn t get me very high.
Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh.
So you know what you know in your head.
Will you, won t you, do you, don t you know when a head s dead?
What a bringdown!
Winter leader Lou is grownin Ampsteads in the North.
Betty B s been wearin daisies since the twenty-fourth.
Wears a gunner when there s one more coming forth.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, won t you, do you, don t you wanna go to bed?
What a bringdown!
There s a tea-leaf about in the family,
Full of nothin their fairy tale.
There s a tea-leaf a-floatin now for Rosalie,
They ll believe in ding-dong bell.
Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old Bill.
Aristotle s orchestra are living on the pill.
One of them gets very very prickly when he s ill.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, won t you, do you, don t you wanna make more bread?
What a bringdown!
Dainties in a jam-jar, parson s colour in the sky.
Water in a fountain doesn t get me very high.
Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh.
So you know what you know in your head.
Will you, won t you, do you, don t you know when a head s dead?
What a bringdown!
Winter leader Lou is grownin Ampsteads in the North.
Betty B s been wearin daisies since the twenty-fourth.
Wears a gunner when there s one more coming forth.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, won t you, do you, don t you wanna go to bed?
What a bringdown!
There s a tea-leaf about in the family,
Full of nothin their fairy tale.
There s a tea-leaf a-floatin now for Rosalie,
They ll believe in ding-dong bell.
Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old Bill.
Aristotle s orchestra are living on the pill.
One of them gets very very prickly when he s ill.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, won t you, do you, don t you wanna make more bread?
What a bringdown!