Lyric Blood On The Rooftops

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play
We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day
Won t you stay?

Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you re still dry
The outlook s fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again

Let s skip the news boy (I ll make some tea)
Arabs and Jews boy (too much for me)
They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep)
And the thing I hate - Oh Lord!
Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation s fate

Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised
You ve won the West in time to be our guest
Name your prize

Drop of wine, a glass of beer dear what s the time?
The grime on the Tyne is mine all mine all mine
Five past nine

Blood on the rooftops - Venice in the spring
The Streets of San Francisco - a word from Peking
The trouble was started - by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day - Oh Lord!
For when we got bored, we d have a world war, happy but poor
So let s skip the news boy (I ll go and make a tea)
Blood on the rooftops (too much for me)
When old Mother Goose stops - and they re out for 23
Then the rain at Lord s stopped play
Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again