dafydd manton
08-20-2010, 02:21 PM
In the sweet lang syne, when a bus driver sat in his own cab, far from the maddening crowd, the relationship
between him and his conductress, or clippie, could and sometimes did blossom, amongst the heady aroma of
diesel fumes, pine-aroma cleaning fluids and damp humanity.
Picture the scene. Somewhere, leant against a lamp-post in a cold and misty Lincoln, a lone man,
hands deep in his pockets, peaked cap on the back of his head and hand-rolled cigarette
dangling from his lower lip, muses in the flickering gas-light...................
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
My dear and faithful clippie,
Meet me after work tonight
Outside the Monks Road Chippie.
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
O let me taste your lips.
I find you so desirable
With fourpence worth of chips.
Muragtroyd, O Murgatroyd
I'd sail the Seven Seas,
To be with me, my darling one,
With beans or mushy peas.
Murgatroyd,O Muragtroyd
So lithe and fair of face.
Will you always stay like this,
With eating all that plaice?
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
Like ponies in their paddock,
Let us run through life's tall grass
And share each others haddock.
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
My Love, it's getting late.
Let me walk you home tonight,
And help you eat that skate.
Murgatroyd, OMurgatroyd
Although we're getting fatter,
Yet will I love thee all my days,
And share thy batter platter.
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
O will you wear my ring?
And stay with me through thick and thin
And chips with everything?
Murgatroyd, OMurgatroyd
I love the way you look
But if we live as man and wife...
Could you learn to cook?
between him and his conductress, or clippie, could and sometimes did blossom, amongst the heady aroma of
diesel fumes, pine-aroma cleaning fluids and damp humanity.
Picture the scene. Somewhere, leant against a lamp-post in a cold and misty Lincoln, a lone man,
hands deep in his pockets, peaked cap on the back of his head and hand-rolled cigarette
dangling from his lower lip, muses in the flickering gas-light...................
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
My dear and faithful clippie,
Meet me after work tonight
Outside the Monks Road Chippie.
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
O let me taste your lips.
I find you so desirable
With fourpence worth of chips.
Muragtroyd, O Murgatroyd
I'd sail the Seven Seas,
To be with me, my darling one,
With beans or mushy peas.
Murgatroyd,O Muragtroyd
So lithe and fair of face.
Will you always stay like this,
With eating all that plaice?
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
Like ponies in their paddock,
Let us run through life's tall grass
And share each others haddock.
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
My Love, it's getting late.
Let me walk you home tonight,
And help you eat that skate.
Murgatroyd, OMurgatroyd
Although we're getting fatter,
Yet will I love thee all my days,
And share thy batter platter.
Murgatroyd, O Murgatroyd,
O will you wear my ring?
And stay with me through thick and thin
And chips with everything?
Murgatroyd, OMurgatroyd
I love the way you look
But if we live as man and wife...
Could you learn to cook?