Abdoujaparov - Baby Food

We were living down the tip, you were working for the gas 

I was working for the M.O.D. 

Bargain buckets for our breakfast 

Pretty preachers for our lunch 

And Jason Donovan for our tea 





You had a biker chick, I had a lunatic 

When the ceiling tumbled down on our beds 

And we told it down the Schooner 

Where the punk rockers lived 

Amongst the blue rinse tory heads 



La-La-La-La-La 

La-La-La-La-La 



There was a bad mod rocker, in skinhead mocassins 

Ready for a killing spree 

With his four sad mates selling racial hate 

And he wants to beat the crap out of me 





You were out of the door when the bottle hit my jaw 

And the losers set about on me 

When I caught you up there was no sign of blood 

Was I bleeding internally? 





La-La-La-La-La 

La-La-La-La-La 





There was a thin black nurse with a king size needle 

And she wants to take the piss out of me 

With another standing by her with a shiny pair of plyers 

In case of an emergency 





I was wired up you see 

No Bargain Buckets for my tea 

And when my jaw bone healed 

It was baby food for me