Rambling, gambling
Chasing a load
Spacing, pacing
This lonely road
You might be wondering what I’ve got to show
And I’m not certain if I even know

Walking, talking
To myself
Thinking, drinking
To my health
I can see the bright lights up ahead
And I can’t wait to lay down on my bed

So carry me down to my home town
I need some sympathy
I’ve been living like a loser
And home is where I need to be
And the Rose of Kingston is waiting for me
I’ve gotta get back
I’ve gotta get back to where my Rose is waiting for me

I’m moody, not very goodie
At matrimony
They say an alcoholic on his own
Is in bad company
If I don’t come down to earth I’m heading for a dive
I just need to count my blessings
I’m the luckiest man alive

So carry me down to my home town
I need some sympathy
I’ve been living like a loser
And home is where I need to be
And the Rose of Kingston is waiting for me
I’ve gotta get back
I’ve gotta get back to where my Rose is waiting for me

©2020 Red Alfred

Rose Of Kingston

Everywhere I look these days
There’s nothing going on
Everything’s been cancelled
Everything feels wrong
The stores they are all empty
People are going mad
It brings out the good
And it brings out the bad

Out, Demon, out
Thou art unclean
Out you demon, out, you demon
We’re all in quarantine
Waiting for a miracle
Or some new vaccine

Makes you think, don’t it
The things you just assumed
And when it’s gone you wonder
When will normal life resume
The choirs have stopped singing
Games are not being played
No one can make a living
Nations cannot trade

Out, Demon, out
Thou art unclean
Out you demon, out, you demon
We’re all in quarantine
Waiting for a miracle
Or some new vaccine

We just want our lives back again
We just want our lives back again

Out, Demon, Out

I'm in this place of ill renown
And every day it's bringing me down
Once upon a mad mad day, too bladdered to revive
The bizzies caught me breathing and I blew point two-o-five
The magistrate was eighty-plus, he said I was a wretch
Sent me down to Walton Town for a lengthy stretch
Now every day seems like a week and every screw looks like a freak
In Walton ... In Walton Town
Well, the cook he deals in poison and the top dog is a rat
The chaplain he's primeval and he thinks the earth is flat
The guv'nor is a rechabite and tee-total too
The inmates swear they shouldn't be there but that's just what they do
Now every month feels like a year, and the lifers are all queer
In Walton ... Walton Town
I'm begging please, I need release
Walton Town is bringing me down

Walton Town.

When you decide
To take a ride
Danger is implied
Fear is justified
But you know at the end of the day
You’ll do it anyway
You know ya wanna
You know ya gotta
Parlay … vous
Do do do do the taboo
Do the taboo
Do the taboo

So you arrive
You’re still alive
You will survive
Give a high five
Defying gravity can be sublime
And you’ve done it every time
You’re bullet proof, yeah
Ain’t that the truth, yeah

Break through
Do do do do the taboo
Do the taboo
Do the taboo

Do The Taboo.

Madder than a hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
The devil's spawn
Full stretch gallop around the back lawn
Crazy Dog
Thinks he's important
Does things he oughtn't
Orally fixated
Psychologically complicated
Crazy Dog

Crazy Dog

I worry 'bout the hours I keep
Three days without any sleep
Hallucinations are on the creep
I'm in for a penny and I'm in it deep
Insomnia
Weeping and gnashing of teeth
Ducking and draking beyond all belief
Trouble above and tribulation beneath
Anxiety with no relief
Insomnia
The twenty four hour clock
Has got me in a bulldog side headlock
Frozen in a deadlock
From the clouds to bedrock
Climbing the invisible stairs
In urgent need of repairs
Desperate state of affairs
Insomnia

Insomnia

I learned me catechism word for word
Said me hail Marys to the Liver Bird
In a word
It all felt absurd
Sign of the cross
Sign of the lost in Vauxhall blues

Me dad he was red, me mam was red too
Lived in Bootle on leftover stew
I knew
There’d be sweet fat nothing to do
Laid off the docks
With the lost in Vauxhall blues

Model citizen of the welfare state
No desire to emigrate
It was fate
So why deviate

Sitting off with the local rat pack
Keeping dixie at the baccarat
Dressed in black
With a white tie and a white hat
Sly as a fox
I’ve got the lost in Vauxhall blues

Lost In Vauxhall Blues

I’m stepping out for the number three
Stepping into supremacy
Got the armband, got the shirt
Got the boots for kicking dirt
Stepping into history

I’m stepping out for the big bad A
Into a one-way melee
Breaking noses, no respite
Smashing windows by torchlight
Stepping into a power play

Step one two three to the words of Mr G
Step four five six, bring on the big fix now
Catch the seven eight nine to the last station on the line
Auf wiedersehen, auf wiedersehen, auf wiedersehen

Got the speeches in my ears
Looking good for a thousand years

I’m stepping out for the number three
I’m stepping out for the number three
I’m stepping out, I’m stepping out, I’m stepping out
I’m stepping out for the number three
Hup two three four
Hup two three four
Hup two three four
Hup two three four

Stepping Out For The Number Three

Out on the high street where the dollar is king
The sergeant’s got his finger on everything
And the girls are a penny, the kilo’s a pound
And when the fuzz come asking questions you won’t hear a sound

There’s a trickle of water, there’s a trickle of blood
The drain pipes are bursting and the trickle’s a flood
And all the V.I.Ps are rolling, drunker than sin
While those bad, bad boys go marching in

And there’s a mad vibe on the plaza tonight
It’s a mad mad vibe
It’s a bad vibe in the city
And something isn’t right

Good King Waterhouse works out his sums
He’s laying the stiffs and he’s paying the ones
Now the coins are flowing into the war paint machine

And there’s a mad vibe on the plaza tonight
It’s a mad mad vibe
It’s a bad vibe in the city
And something isn’t right

There’s a crazy vibe
In the big bad city tonight
There’s a fracas, coup d’etat, the ride of your life
Be sure to bring your knife

It’s a mad vibe on the plaza tonight
It’s a mad mad vibe
It’s a bad vibe in the city
And something’s not right
Mad vibe on the plaza tonight
It’s a mad mad vibe
It’s a bad vibe in Gotham City
And something’s just not right

Mad Vibe

I don’t wear no leather apron
I sure ain’t no ladies’ man
I don’t tread the boards
In the House of Lords
The papers do not know who I am

I stalk the night time
Like a skeletal rat
Scotland Yard won’t catch me
I’m much too smart for that

I’m Whitechapel Jack
Here to take your street walkers down
Whitechapel
Whitechapel Jack
I am the scourge of London town

Will you, Annie, will you, I asked her
And Annie, she said she would
With surgical precision
I made a dual incision in her throat
Then I defiled her womanhood

With my blade well hidden
Beneath my overcoat
I contemplate the next one
Even as I gloat

I’m Whitechapel Jack
Here to take your street walkers down
Whitechapel
Whitechapel Jack
I am the scourge of London town

I leave my calling card
Every time I strike
Entrails over left shoulder
Entrails over right

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