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Recorded live with "The SubTles"
featuring, in addition to my Vocals & Rhythm Guitar,
Cliff Coates (right) on Bass & Vocals and Dirk Forsdyke (left) on Drums
Also available on The SubTles Soundcloud
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(Chords and Lyrics)
(Written with Cliff Coates)
© Halco Music/Project Freeman Music
(1991 Gregorian)
Down my street there's a Dustman
He empties my bin and he moans a lot
He says that he's hungry
For the food that he hasn't got
He waits around
Until I come
To put out bread for the birds to eat
Oh look here's the Milkman
Battery driven Gold top
He rattles his empties
Winks to the girl at the corner shop
He does his round
He picks her up
And takes her off for a sherbet dip
Chorus
Down my Street (Down my Street)
The people you meet
Down My Street
(Repeat)
You must know the Postman
He knows your wife or so she said
And just like the Milkman
He wishes he was back in bed
His Sacks are full
Of 'Daily Male'
He empties them at Number Ten
Repeat Chorus x 2
Haley/Coates write in an old fashioned 'Carry On/Benny Hill/Confessions of a Window Cleaner' style. Like scenes from a Monty Python movie... (well, my mum DID actually run off with the milkman ha ha!)
Lots of bad, innuendo laden puns. Well they were probably funny back then, song writing in the local pub on a 'Friday' night gradually getting merrier and merrier (glad I don't drink these days!)
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© Halco Music/Project Freeman Music (1991 Gregorian)