Songs from Vic Reeves Big Night Out on Tour

Man With The Stick’s holiday

This year’s works holiday,
was two weeks away in Greece,
it was all arranged by Terry who gets flights cheap,
I did not find out about it till the day before they left,
no details on the notice-board I was completely in the dark.

When he got on to the plane his bag was full of heroin,
Terry had placed there the previous day,
he told him it was sherbet, and he ate the flippin’ lot,
his head swelled up and he farted and destroyed the flamin’ jet.

When I got back home,
my job had been taken by Terry’s brother,
and the bank manager had repossessed me house,
there’s a warrant out for my arrest, for non payment of rates,
no details had been sent to me I was completely in the dark.

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Summer of 75 - live

I remember the summer of ’75,
I was your husband,
And I was your wife,
We slept in a tent made of parsley and sage,
And we looked at each other and smiled.

A-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo.

I played the drums,
Whilst I played the flute,
Crash, bang wallop,
And root-a-toot-toot,
We ate thousands of parsnips.

Never asking why,
in the summer of ’75.

Reflections of you in the waterfall,
cascading through my mind,
Oh, reflections of you,
still waters run so deep,
in the summer of ’75,
A-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo.

My eyes were blue,
While my eyes were black,
I smoked a church warden,
While I smoked some crack.
You murdered my wife,
And then buried her alive,
in the summer of ’75,
A-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo.

I held his hand while he had a wee,
Sloosh went the urine up against a tree,
I shook his penis, and where the droplets lay,
grew a beautiful woodland glade.

Reflections of you in the waterfall,
cascading through my mind,
Oh, reflections of you,
still waters run so deep,
in the summer of ’75,
A-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo.

We slept in an orchard,
On a tapestry rug,
And we drank the fine mead from an old Saxon jug,
We gazed in wonder,
As Frampton came alive,
in the summer of ’75.

Reflections of you in the waterfall,
cascading through my mind,
Oh, reflections of you,
still waters run so deep,
in the summer of ’75,
A-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo.

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