'Too Many Poets'

Chris Copping's mp3 sketch here

Key to authors' pseudonyms

It's all about the aftershock
The panic at the starting block
Heading for the guillotine
And gunning for the go-between

It's all about the tit-for-tat
The dealer and the diplomat
Someone lost a lucky find
Straying from a one-track mind

   From the golden goal to the silver top
   From the lead balloon to the charity shop
   They can sell your soul
   If you ever threaten to stop
   You're a whipping boy
   In a dream you're cream of the crop

It's all about the greasy pole
Wrecking by remote control
Billed as a bizarre antique
Painted with a losing streak

It's all about the midnight oil
See the blood is on the boil
All about the laughing stock
Heading for the parting shot

         Well we might forget but we'll never forgive
         Till we think of your name and find out where you live
         And we might forgive but we'll never forget
         Till we've poisoned all your grannies and garotted your pet

   From the golden goal to the silver top
   From the lead balloon to the charity shop
   They can sell your soul
   If you ever threaten to stop
   You're a whipping boy
   In a dream you're cream of the crop

Procol Harum concerts in 2001: index page

Manchester: Palers' Convention

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