The Bride Stripped Bare By 'Bachelors' Lyrics & Tabs by Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band
The Bride Stripped Bare By 'Bachelors'
guitar chords lyrics
So the boys got together and formed a band... uh, f'fate played
the straight man, and since then they've never looked back...
You, lads, welcome to t' Club B, I've seen you
on t' telly with your long hair and pimples. (pop pop)
We arrived at the gig looking rough
Not happy, we'd all had enough
Of eight hours on the road. (honk!)
Legs Larry said, eeh, "It's the boozer for me, dear boy."
Yup, yup, yes indeedy.
And the hotel reception was empty and cold
With 'orrid red wallpaper forty years old.
It stank like a rhino house!
Mr. Slater said, "Pooh, I can smell Vindaloo."
"Oh, really?" "No, Sir, O'Reilly!"
Hobnob.
Mr. Slater said, "Pooh, I can smell Vindaloo."
"Oh, really?" "No, Sir, O'Reilly!"
Hobnob.
And we wave to the people who frown
At our hair as we ride into town.
And Chalky and Nozz had set up the gear
At the club where the "Dohl Pal Show" would appear
In person as themselves. (oarf! oarf!)
In person as themselves.
"Then Neil, Fred, and I played darts for awhile."
"Before we switched on our theatrical smiles!"
"Hey, you remember!"
Hot dogs on sale in t' foyer Hey...
You can have a drink in your dressing rooms,
lads, but you can't come
into club looking like that. We can't oblige.
Thank you.
Hey, Redneck!
We've had 'em all 'ere, you know, Tommy Ray.
Oh, aye?
That's a brand new scratch on the piano, cost
you 75 quid to put that right.
Whoa, who did that?
Aye, remember Frank Fesher.
And Buddy Greece!
Aye!
Put off thought really, 'ere, doesn't it?
Whoa, what?
Will you take your empty glasses back t'bar?
Any artiste mentioning football will be paid
off immediately.
Hoover.
It's not for meself, lads, it's for me daughter.
Five pints of lager, and one Coke!
It's not me, lads, it's t' manager what makes t' rules.
