|Blood On The Rooftops|
|Autorzy tekstu: Phil Collins, Steve Hackett|
|Dark and grey, English film, the Wednesday Play|
We always watch our Queen on Christmas Day
Won't you stay?
Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Whales might have some rain
Let's skip the news boy (I'll make some tea)
Arabs and Jews boy (too much for me)
They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep)
And the thing I hate - Oh Lord!
Is staying up late, to watch some debate on some nation's fate.
Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised!
You've won the West in time to be our guest
Name your prize!
Drop of wine, glass of beer dear what's the time?
The grime on the Tyne is mine all mine all mine
Five past nine.
Blood on the rooftops - Venice in the Spring
The Streets of San Francisco - a word from Peking
The trouble all started - by a young Erol Flynn
Better in my day - Oh Lord!
For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor
So let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make that tea)
Blood on the rooftops (too much for me)
When old Mother Goose stops - and they're out for 23
Then the rain at Lord's stopped play
Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again.