Are we rolling?
Here we go then
And 1,2, 3
2, 2, 3
A boy was born to Jack and Marge
In 1951
And what is love, is love, is love
And what is done, is done
The baby grew in size and rage
Beyond his normal years
And when there's blood on every page
The diary ends in tears
1-2-3-4
And I won't forget the Strangler
He's a lesson to us all
A night in shining armour
And nearly ten feet tall
I won't forget the Strangler
He's the Bournemouth Buckaroo
His friends will always weep for him
And this I tell you true
I met him up in Finchly
The man from TFA
He drove a balck three-tonner
Containing our PA
He wore a thousand earings
And a diamond on his tooth
His multi-hued probosis betrayed
A stormy youth
The Strangler on his roller-skates
Was over six foot ten
He had a double set of documents
In the names of other men
Been on the road or off the road
A thousand times since then
I only wish there'd come a chance
To do it all again
And I won't forget the Strangler
And nor will many more
Salute the Mighty Strangler
Hear the might Strangler roar
I wont' froget the Strangler
He's as volatile as wind
If no-one's getting loopy,
Then no-one's getting chinned
Later in the saga,
We come to chapter two
Of big Pete Rush the Strangler,
The Bournemouth buckaroo
We hit the road together,
The Blockheads and their crew
A gram of wiz, a drop of vod,
A can of special brew
From Spain to San Fransico
We blazed the funky trail
With occasional disbursements
To keep the Strangler out of jail
When we got to New York City
We had to let him go
Cos the dramas going on backstage
Were better than the show
And I won't forget the Strangler
And at this point we drift apart
He said you placed a dagger now
Right in
