I knocked up a toon which I had no idea where the lyrics would go. Playing around, Sheldon shouted "National Service" and I responded " Hup, two, three, four" By sheer coincidence, Garry Johnsons poem which was featured on the "Strength through oi" album fitted perfectly so after a bit of juggling we came up with this effort.

     Of course, National Service was something our generation only learned about from our parents, so it's of little or no importance in today's society.

     Perhaps the government should re-introduce it?

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 My Town

Words and Music by Paul D. Waghorn

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I was born and bred, to a different time,
slightly underfed, I had to toe the line,
but I grew up quick, and I grew up wise,
I saw a passing world through a child's eyes.

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We had an open door, never locked at night,
neither rich or poor, I learned my wrong from right.
Then the milk turned sour, and the bread went bad,
like a wilting flower, this town went mad?

     This is my town, - but things have changed round here,
     you dare not walk the streets, folk live in fear.
     This is my town, - and now they're moving on,
      another generation upped and gone.

I was in no doubt, of this mess we're in
there was no way out, my conscience cried within,
When the blood was spilled, someone called my name,
a destiny fulfilled, I had to take the blame.

     Chorus

'cos you can't see what they're seeing,
and you don't know what they know,
and you can't feel what they're feeling,
when they're low.
     Chorus
Get out, get out, get out, get out of my town,
Get out, get out, get out, get out of my town,

Get out, get out, get out, get out of my town,

Get out, get out, get out, stay out of my town.

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.     I was initially troubled by how the lyrics of this would be received. As it was a change of direction from the first album and to be honest, it was a while before we nailed it. Every generation witnesses changes in their hometown, but none so more than in the past twenty years.

     One of the best songs I've been fortunate enough to write.

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 The Money Man

Words and Music by Paul D. Waghorn

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There's a big hole in my wallet where my money used to be,
i've paid my dues to no one, no tax no V.A.T.
the rich are getting richer in a stale economy,
each pound becomes a prisoner there's nothing left for me,
I don't know who to turn to,
I guess it has to be the dreaded money man.
The Money man.
He drives a brand new beemer and dresses oh so flash,
he's raised my rate of interest and I need some extra cash,
ain't got no pot to piss on, the futures looking bleak,
he comes round every friday, - I pay up once a week,
I'd like to do runner,
but I dare not double cross the dreaded money man.
The Money man
Money man, you're not so funny, man!
money man, you're not so cool,
money man, you're not so funny, man!
your such a fool.
Got a rebate from the taxman, had a little bit of luck,
a small win on the horses, won a monkey on a duck,
I went to see the big man and drove down to his home,
I had but one intention, to pay off all my loan.
I found him lying naked with a suit case full of loot,
now I'm the money man.

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     Two of my pet hates are Traffic Wardens (they may wear bright uniforms, but they are all Nazis) and Loan sharks who prey on the weak, poor or elderly.

      This was the first song I wrote after completing the first C.D. with the exception of Tony Bliar. Its just a simple tune but Sheldon gives it a certain amount of venom!

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