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Comment by Dave P on July 12, 2009 at 7:24pm

Thanks Daniel & Kitty. I hope it made you smile. The need for lyrics is more down to my inadequate diction than your hearing!

Comment by Kitty on July 12, 2009 at 7:02pm

This is great fun!
and thanks for posting the lyrics, as I don't hear so well anymore either!
Truly, though, Dave, this is a blast!

Comment by Dave P on July 12, 2009 at 6:38pm

Lyrics:

Could be green rubber or black PVC
Pretty much anything that ain't flowery
Straps and buckles never go amiss
But I ain't really fussy

It doesn't matter where you got them from,
If they're alluringly loose or temptingly tight on,
I don't care if they're old or they're brand spanking new,
If they're clean or if they're mucky.

This is why all those guys,
Make it hard at Glastonbury,
Have to hide my tent in tents
Or hide it lying on my belly,
For a while Countryfile has been banished from my telly,
I cannot crush the Craven lust,
Coz i fancy blokes in wellies.

If there's one thing I want to tell Neil Young,
It's 'You can keep the daughter, I'll have Farmer John,
And while I'm at it, have you met his son?
Do you know what's on his feetsies?

It ain't easy living life like this,
One flash of wellie and I fall to bits,
So come one get your wellies out for the lads,
Even if they're proper reeky.

So I cry when I try
To make myself go through cold turkey,
Stop thoughts of galoshes,
But it's too much like hard worky,
Just me luck, I am stuck,
With a kink that's proper quirky,
And the summer rain just brings more pain,
Coz I fancy blokes in wellies.

Comment by Sentient Biped on July 12, 2009 at 6:30pm

THnaks for posting your song. I'm getting old not hearing as well as I did - I had some trouble understanding some of the words. I liked the style