Ian Dury: Ballad of the sulphate strangler

Are we rolling? here we go then and 1,2, 3 2, 2, 3 a boy was born to Jack and Marge In 1951 and what is love, is love, is love and what is done, is done the baby grew in size and rage beyond his normal years and when theres blood on every page the diary ends in tears 1-2-3-4 and I wont forget the Strangler hes a lesson to us all a night in shinning armor and nearly ten feet tall I wont forget the 'Strangler hes the Bournemouth Buckaroo his freinds will always weep for him and this I tell you true I met him up in Finchly the man from TFA he drove a balck three-tonner containing our PA he wore a thousand earings and a diamond on his tooth his multi-hued probosis betrayed a stormy youth the 'Strangler on his roller-skates was over 6 foot ten he had a double set of documents in the names of other men been on the road or off the road a thousand times sinse then I only wish thered come a chance to do it all again and I wont forget the Strangler and nor will many more salute the Mighty Strangelr hear the might Strangler roar I wont froget the Strangler hes as volotile as wind if no-ones getting loopy, then no-ones getting chinned later in the saga, we come to chapter two of big Pete Rush the 'Strangler, the Bournemouth buckaroo we hit the road together, the Blockheads and thier crew a gramm of wiz, a drop of vod, a can of special brew from Spain to San Fransico we blazed the funky trail with occational diosbursements to keep the Strangler out of jail when we got to New York City we had to let him go cose the dramas going on backstage were better than the show and I wont forget the 'Strangler and this point we drift apart he said you placed a dagger now right in my strawberry tart full bound for death or glory and worth his wieght in gold when the devil made the 'Strangler, he threw away the mold these are the scars of the life that I lead the veins are drink and the nose is from speed a Stanley knife here which had me well geed do I get cut and do I not bleed? each purple patch upon my face shall rudley chart my fall from grace I will not pass the loving cup until the patches all join up! then Jenny came and told the news that big Pete Rush had died and me and Baxter were so sad, it was a pity, how we cried the mighty Sulphate Strangler was the last on of his breed now hes got a white three-tonner and hes knocking out Godspeed and I wont forget the Strangler and nor will many more salute the might Strangelr hear the might Strangler roar I wont forget the Strangler hes as volotile as wind he takes the worlds incumberence when it wasnt him who sinned I wont forget the Strangler I wish he hadnt died Now hes hanging out with Lynott across the great devide I wont forget the strangler hes worth his wieght in gold when the devil made the strangler he threw away the mold and I wont forget the Strangler and I wont forget the Strangler and I wont forget the Strangler and I wont forget the Strangler