hi Pete, hope you're doing ok. I had to retire completely due to my back.

I need to redo this BUT I'm retired, disabled and skint so don't have the equipment to do it yet.

LOOKING TO DO HER WRONG - Lyrics by Si Villan, composed by Danny Page.

The sound of heel on cobbled streets 
Stalked the nights with sneer
As sewage flowed in summer heat
He walked without a fear
His head was shot and wrought with grief
As pain destroyed his mind
And cancers crept and clawed his soul
And women said goodbye

 He hid in alleys on a darkened moon
On streets with brick red walls
Where staggered coves lingered long 
To rest in doors amongst the gloom
No bells but silent East End homes
The night would fester long
his heels clicked on the cobbled stone
Looking to do her wrong 

On this night he saw her there
And enticed this little whore
His sword was stiff between her thighs
The shillings on the floor
On the darkened hidden streets
The dagger in her heart
Jack lay down his leather bag
The tools they played their part

He hid in alleys on a darkened moon
On streets with brick red walls
Where staggered coves lingered long 
To rest in doors amongst the gloom
No bells but silent East End homes
The night would fester long
his heels clicked on the cobbled stone
Looking to do her wrong 
He hid in alleys on a darkened moon
On streets with brick red walls
Where staggered coves lingered long 
To rest in doors amongst the gloom
No bells but silent East End homes
The night would fester long
his heels clicked on the cobbled stone
Looking to do her wrong 
  

Jack reined down on power thrusts
Her teeth bit down with the pain
And eyes that stared above
Started rolling in the rain
As he pulsed between her legs
She drank the night air blue
And from the shadows Jack would stroll
Another victim screwed
The dark air filled with shallow screams
A whore’s blood has filled the night
Jack  turned and fled beyond the street
Into the East End night
He carved her path to a darkened grave
Slashing to the bone
Then leave her lying in the ditch
And walked again alone

 
He hid in alleys on a darkened moon
On streets with brick red walls
Where staggered coves lingered long 
To rest in doors amongst the gloom
No bells but silent East End homes
The night would fester long
his heels clicked on the cobbled stone
Looking to do her wrong

Looking To Do Her Wrong (featuring the music composed by Danny Page)

The Seventies

When I was young
A little kid in the seventies
Tv was key
To everything that I'd grow to be
The geeks had Who
While I grew up on Hutch & Starskey
The girls loved Rollers
I had fell in love with Harry
Saturdays was swap shop 
And tiswas for the comedy
And Jaws had  stopped me
From going swimming in the sea
Flares were swinging
And the collars were as big as Leeds
While punks erupted with their hair &
chains &  pins and things

I'm of the seventies, so screwed up from the sixties
I'm from the seventies, a time of suspect TV
I'm from the seventies, when you'd get your chips for 6p
You think you're fucked up now
You don't know what you were missing

The young had play school
Brian Cant and Floella
We always thought that
Humpty fondled Jemima
The other side was 
just as fucked up for a toddler
Rod, Jane and Freddies
Singing songs about a Twanger
As we got older
We discovered Tommy Cooper
And Benny Hill was
Really just a dirty buggar
But Star Wars came along 
We all wanted a light sabre
Our heroes changed from
Baby Clanger to Skywalker

I'm of the seventies, so screwed up from the sixties
I'm from the seventies, a time of suspect TV
I'm from the seventies, when you'd get your chips for 6p
You think you're fucked up now
You don't know what you were missing

The seventies 
A time us kids a did wonder
Why Gummidge took off head
Replaced it with another
And Benn changed into costumes
Shopkeeper's a stalker
Benn had adventures 
Never paid for anything at all
The Crankies were so weird
Husband would dress wife up
Like a little schoolboy
Only he knows what's in his head at all
Did no one suspect what Saville was up ta
Or Stuart Hall snuck up on girls in 'Knockout

I'm of the seventies, so screwed up from the sixties
I'm from the seventies, a time of suspect TV
I'm from the seventies, when you'd get your chips for 6p
You think you're fucked up now
You don't know what you were missing 

No wonder I am full suspicion and wonder
With all this suspect TV going on around us
So many things that looked so innocent when I was young
Now look completely suss, my head is really warped up
Now  look completely suss, my head is really warped up
Now look completely suss, my head is really warped up
Now  look completely suss, my head is really warped up 
Now  look completely suss, my head is really warped up 
 
 



The Seventies

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