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Grupo Canaveral - "The Battle Of Epping Forrest"
Along the Forest Road, theres hundreds of cars - luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
Cos they disagree on a gangland boundary
Cos they disagree on a gangland boundary
Theres Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, thats Billys boys
With fully-fashioned mugs, thats Little Johns thugs, the Barking
Slugs - supersmugs
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
East-End heroes got to score in ...
The Battle of Epping Forest
Yes its the Battle of Epping Forest
Right outside our door
No, you aint seen nothing like this
No, you aint seen nothing like this
Not since the Civil War
Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnnys lads
stand very still
With the thumpires shout, they all start to clout - theres
no guns in this gentlemens bout
Georgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying round his head
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature, nips up the nearest tree
(Here come the cavalry)
Amidst the battle roar
Accountants keep the score: 10 - 4
Theyve never been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
Its 5 - 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on Derby night
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did
Now, after working hard in security trade, hes got it made
The shops that need aid are those that havent paid
"I do my double-show quick", said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick
"I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, then a visit I
pay - and does it pay"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine Women and Wandsworth fame
Said: "Im breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed
Im breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained
My employers have changed but the name has remained
It all began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
Followed a sign saying "Beautiful Chest", led to a lady who showed
me her best
She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job to see what the trouble was
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please ?"
"Youre telling me"
"Perhaps, Sir, if its not too late, we could interest you in
our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate ?"
"Oh no, not me, Im a man of repute"
But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out, "Shoot"
To save my steeple, I visited people
For this I had gone when I met Little John
His name came, I understood
When the judge said, "You are a robbing hood"
He told me of his strange foundation
Conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation
Hed had to hide his reputation
When poor, twas salvation from door to door
But now, with a pin-up guru every week
It was Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek
He employed me as a karmamechanic, with overal charms
His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms
Thats why were in ...
Battle of Epping Forest
Yes, its the Battle of Epping Forest
Right outside your door
We guard your souls for peanuts
And we guard your shops and houses
For just a little more
Just a little more
In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher
But hes countered on the right by Micks chaingang fight
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob
With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress
But Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, whos still not quite sure
Fires acorns from out of his sling
(Here come the cavalry)
Up, up above the crowd
Inside their Silver Cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
The butlers got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot
With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
Along the Forest Road, its the end of the day and the Clouds roll away
Each has got its load - theyll come out for the count at the
break-in of day
When the limos return for their final review, its all through
- All they can see is the morning goo
"Theres no one left alive - it must be a draw"
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score
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