It's Friday and we've finished work, a cider fest's the plan:
To drink a load of Rosie and get pissed as quick as we can!
The first don't go down easy but the rest go down a treat,
How many can you drink before it knocks you off your feet?
OLD ROSIE - It's seven an' 'arf percent!
OLD ROSIE - A drunken descent!

Get another round in, keep that cider flowin' strong.
Keep that cider comin' 'cos we're drinkin' all night long!
The room has started spinnin' and speech begins to slur,
Soon we'll all be wasted to enjoy this drunken blur!
OLD ROSIE - It's seven an' 'arf percent!
OLD ROSIE - A drunken descent!

OLD ROSIE - It's seven an' 'arf percent!
OLD ROSIE - A drunken descent!
OLD ROSIE - I'll knock you to the floor!
OLD ROSIE - Give me just on more!

WRITTEN/ARRANGED/PERFORMED/PRODUCED BY THE HOOPLEHEADS 2009.
LYRICS WRITTEN BY COLIN "SCUM" LIPTROT.
RECORDED BY ANTHONY BOOTH, FEBRUARY 2010.

LINEUP ON THIS RECORDING:
Colin Scum - banjo/electric guitar/vocals
Wild Pete - electric guitar/vocals
Danny 2T's - acoustic guitar/gob iron/vocals
Rhino - bass guitar/vocals
Tez G. Willis - drums/percussion/vocals

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OLD ROSIE

Goin' down The Alma for a nice cold pint of beer,
There's metal pounding from the jukebox blasting down our ears.
Grab another pint - there's no point drinkin' slow.
Chuck that Jager down yer neck, it's nearly time to go!

Goin' on a pub crawl - gonna drink this old town dry.
SUPPIN' ALE, CIDER AND WHISKY 'TIL THE BAR RUNS DRY!

Goin' down the Man + Scythe, "Pint 'o Thatchers please"!
Bristolian and Moonshine are going down with ease.
The piss heads in the corner have been 'ammerin' it all day,
One's just shit his pants and another's on his way!

Goin' on a pub crawl - gonna drink this old town dry.
SUPPIN' ALE, CIDER AND WHISKY 'TIL THE BAR RUNS DRY!

Goin' down the D + P , staggerin' through the door.
A Warsteiner or Export will top you up some more.
Down a round 'o shots 'cos drinkin' is no crime!
Gotta get a few more pubs in before it's closing time.

Goin' on a pub crawl - gonna drink this old town dry.
SUPPIN' ALE, CIDER AND WHISKY 'TIL THE BAR RUNS DRY!


WRITTEN/ARRANGED/PERFORMED/PRODUCED BY THE HOOPLEHEADS 2009.
LYRICS WRITTEN BY COLIN "SCUM" LIPTROT.
RECORDED BY ANTHONY BOOTH, FEBRUARY 2010.

LINEUP ON THIS RECORDING:
Colin Scum - banjo/electric guitar/vocals
Wild Pete - electric guitar/vocals
Danny 2T's - acoustic guitar/gob iron/vocals
Rhino - bass guitar/vocals
Tez G. Willis - drums/percussion/vocals

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PUB CRAWL

You must 'a taken a wrong turn on the track,
Uncharted territory, you'd better watch your back!
Somethin' lurks in them thar hills,
Stalkin' the by ways for their next kill!

Here they come, you better lie down low - no where to run, no where to hide.
With a thirst blood and a taste for flesh - the chase is on, it's feeding time!

Cousin billy likes to take his time,
That kinda trick is so unkind.
But grandpa Joe is the worst of all,
No respite for his prisoners of war!

Here they come, you better lie down low - no where to run, no where to hide.
With a thirst blood and a taste for flesh - the chase is on, it's feeding time!

WRITTEN/ARRANGED/PERFORMED/PRODUCED BY THE HOOPLEHEADS 2009.
LYRICS WRITTEN BY COLIN "SCUM" LIPTROT AND TEZ G. WILLIS.
RECORDED BY ANTHONY BOOTH, FEBRUARY 2010.

LINEUP ON THIS RECORDING:
Colin Scum - banjo/electric guitar/vocals
Wild Pete - electric guitar/vocals
Danny 2T's - acoustic guitar/gob iron/vocals
Rhino - bass guitar/vocals
Tez G. Willis - drums/percussion/vocals

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THEM THAR HILLS

Instrumental track

WRITTEN/ARRANGED/PERFORMED/PRODUCED BY THE HOOPLEHEADS 2009.
ELECTRIC AND ACOUSTIC GUITARS ON THIS TRACK BY COLIN "SCUM" LIPTROT.
RECORDED BY ANTHONY BOOTH, FEBRUARY 2010.

LINEUP ON THIS RECORDING:
Colin Scum - banjo/electric guitar/vocals
Wild Pete - electric guitar/vocals
Danny 2T's - acoustic guitar/gob iron/vocals
Rhino - bass guitar/vocals
Tez G. Willis - drums/percussion/vocals

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THE BLACK HILLS

The silence suddenly shatters across this barren land 
As that old steam train thunders across the sand.
Out in the distance, just out of view
Wait the baddest motherfuckers that the old west ever knew!

They'll take your gold, leave you dead. 
They'll slit your throat or put a bullet in your head.

They check their guns - a nod and off they go.
This is the old money train headin' for Chicago.
The train was doomed - no mercy had the gang,
They never wore their masks, simply killed every man.

They'll take your gold, leave you dead. 
They'll slit your throat or put a bullet in your head

The posse had no name, or so the story is told.
So the townsfolk got together and gave the gang a name of their own.
It was a name born from irony that they knew the gang would despise,
They played a game of mockery and paid for it with their lives!
The gang ransacked the town, and they raped the daughters and wives,
They rounded up the townsfolk and took out their guns and knives.
As the townsfolk begged forgiveness, their homes burned before their eyes,
and by dusk that fateful day, they ended all of their lives!

The name is did live on in voices across the west,
'Cos every lawman in every town feared THE HOOPLEHEADS!

They'll take your gold, leave you dead. 
They'll take your money, leave you for dead.
They'll take your life, leave you for dead.
They'll slit your throat or put a bullet in your head

WRITTEN/ARRANGED/PERFORMED/PRODUCED BY THE HOOPLEHEADS 2009.
LYRICS WRITTEN BY MARC POWELL A.K.A. RHINO
RECORDED BY ANTHONY BOOTH, FEBRUARY 2010.

LINEUP ON THIS RECORDING:
Colin Scum - banjo/electric guitar/vocals
Wild Pete - electric guitar/vocals
Danny 2T's - acoustic guitar/gob iron/vocals
Rhino - bass guitar/vocals
Tez G. Willis - drums/percussion/vocals

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THE HOOPLEHEADS

Well my neighbour's gotta meth lab on the plot right next to mine.
It's kinda hard to sleep at night 'cos it could blow up any time!
It's powered by a pickup truck, he runs it day and night.
He never stops to sleep or eat, just smokes his damn crack pipe.

Oh my neighbour's gotta meth lab in the trailer next to mine.
There's half-dead junkies on my lawn and hookers past their prime.
It's hard to raise your fifteen kids in a place so rife with crime,
So where's my god damn shot gun, I 'aint wastin' no more time!

Well my neighbour's gotta a meth lab - but not for very long
'Cos I found my god damn shotgun and I got my shit-kickers on!
I'm loadin' up my shot gun and my mates are comin' round,
We're gonna kick his fuckin' door in and he'll sing his final song!
WRITTEN/ARRANGED/PERFORMED/PRODUCED BY THE HOOPLEHEADS 2009. 
LYRICS WRITTEN BY MARC POWELL A.K.A. RHINO 
RECORDED BY ANTHONY BOOTH, FEBRUARY 2010.

LINEUP ON THIS RECORDING: 
Colin Scum - banjo/electric guitar/vocals 
Wild Pete - electric guitar/vocals 
Danny 2T's - acoustic guitar/gob iron/vocals 
Rhino - bass guitar/vocals 
Tez G. Willis - drums/percussion/vocals

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METH LAB

It wasn't long ago that I lost my mind,
I was lookin' for some gold, I was walking down that mile.
Station master said "Son, walk on down that line".
And as he walked away I could see his twisted smile.

I'm on borrowed time, I was born to walk this world alone.
Mississippi's burning, gotta hit that road again.

Sarah-jayned begged me, "Don't you leave"!
Lord she was the finest girl I'd ever seen.
She could go all night, right into your dreams.
Wearin' just a smile and those old blue jeans.

This bird's gotta fly, I'm sorry little angel but daddy's gone.
California's calling, gotta get back home again.

I'm on borrowed time, I was born to walk this road alone.
California's calling, gotta get back home again.
WRITTEN/ARRANGED/PERFORMED/PRODUCED BY THE HOOPLEHEADS 2009. 
LYRICS WRITTEN BY TEZ G. WILLIS
RECORDED BY ANTHONY BOOTH, FEBRUARY 2010.

LINEUP ON THIS RECORDING: 
Colin Scum - banjo/electric guitar/vocals 
Wild Pete - electric guitar/vocals 
Danny 2T's - acoustic guitar/gob iron/vocals 
Rhino - bass guitar/vocals 
Tez G. Willis - drums/percussion/vocals

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NOMAD

Grim Drunken Hillbillies from Bolton, Lancs. The Hoopleheads blend country, bluegrass and heavy music with comical lyrics and drunken nonesense. The band stagger around the stage pissed shouting obscenities and making an awful racket for your entertainment. It's quite funny actually.