No No No.,I’m getting this one, I’m getting this one. This calls for something this does. We’ve got to slip the bounds of reason, got to wet the babies head, turn up the jukebox and get down to business – it’s getting late ……
( Feelings – The Song )….
Cos It’s like Dancing Queen and Up and Down and Put a Bucket by the side of the Bed and The Guy That Wrote This Song Is An Absoluate Genuis and You’ve got No Clue and You’ve Got No Comment and Ok Ok You’ve Got Swings and You’ve Got Roundabouts and Don’t you think All That Swearing is wrong and Hang on, Hang On, I think I’m going to be Sick and Hand on my Heart and Apologise, Apologise and You’re Full Of Shit and and My Friend Polly fancies me and My Freddie frightens me and My Friend Fanny says There’s No Use in Apologising Now and Cry Your Tears, come on Cry Your Tears and The Guy That Wrote This song Is An Absolute Genuis cos it’s like Falling and Up and Down and You Don’t Even Know What You’re Thinking it’s Crisis What Crisis and it’s Win Some Spend Some and it’s Spend Spend Spit….and
Ok. Ok. I know , know it’s hard sometimes to talk to people sometimes, hard to look them in the eye and tell them how you really feel, like now for instance, I could never have normally look you in the eye and tell you all this stuff about myself, and ok. ok. I know drinking can cause a lot of harm, causes a lot of trouble , but that’s because people don’t know when to stop ,they don’t know when they’ve had enough but like now, for instance but I think we’ve found out a lot about each other and you know, you’re special you are. You’re one in a million. No you are. I’d trust you with my life. No I would. I would. I love you. No. You Know. This calls for something this does. This calls for a drink No it’s my turn…
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Cos It’s like Dancing Queen and Up and Down and Put a Bucket by the side of the Bed and The Guy That Wrote This Song Is An Absoluate Genuis and You’ve got No Clue and You’ve Got No Comment and Ok Ok You’ve Got Swings and You’ve Got Roundabouts and Don’t you think All That Swearing is wrong and Hang on, Hang On, I think I’m going to be Sick and Hand on my Heart and Apologise, Apologise and You’re Full Of Shit and and My Friend Polly fancies me and My Freddie frightens me and My Friend Fanny says There’s No Use in Apologising Now and Cry Your Tears, come on Cry Your Tears and The Guy That Wrote This song Is An Absolute Genuis cos it’s like Falling and Up and Down You Don’t Even Know What You’re Thinking it’s Crisis What Crisis and it’s Win Some Spend Some and it’s Spend Spend Spit….and
OH – It’s Stop the Rot and Cut the Crap and Cancel all the Food Aid til we’ve sorted our own problems out. And It’s – Shoot The Pope and Stiff The Workers and Put a Bloody Sock in it Woman and Do You Know What This Is? – Do You Know What This Is? – Well Come and Get It. You Want Some of This. Well , Go On Then, Come and Get It….
Text from Happy Hour.1998.
Movement and Text by Wendy Houstoun – With Additional Text ( some above ) and Direction – Tim Etchells.
Photo: Chris Nash.
WENDY HOUSTOUN 