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The Ballad Of Byron

from 56 by JOHN MOORE

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The Ballad Of Byron

Holy Ship!
My old buddy Byron living down in New Orleans
Built him a ship out of old tin cans and sailed the seven seas
It had bed sheet sails and rusty nails
Truck tyres to make it float
He set on out for England in that hunk of junk ol’ boat

It stared slow the wind was low even though the coast was clear
He didn’t have but a box of chips and a big ol’ case of beer
It took a mighty hurricane to push that raft along
But all the time he kept on smiling
And singing this dumb old song

My name is Byron and I know no fear
I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here
I really need a holiday so England here I come
If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some

Folk said he was crazy, that he would surely die
Just plain insane and round again, ‘Hey why don’t you fly?’
‘Cause all I gots here’s twenty bucksand let me make it clear
When I gets back to England I’m a spending it on beer

And as the waves was rising Man you should have seen him go
Like a Surfin’ Bird he spread the word through the Gulf of Mexico
That frantic old Atlantic wasn’t built for cuttin’ slack
But Byron wasn’t worried ‘I got a Mermaid on my back’

He froze his beer on an iceberg where The Titanic went down
And the ghost of Captain Ahab tried to spin him all around
But Moby Dick was on his side and thrashed his giant tail
And Davy Jones’s locker key got sent back in the mail

My name is Byron and I know no fear
I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here
I really need a holiday so England here I come
If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some

Go get yourself some boy!
Holy Ship, keep swimming boy, 5000 miles

Now a Great White Shark came circling Man
You shoulda seen them jaws
It stuck it’s nose over the side of the boat and it asked the Baseball scores
It took one look at Byron n said ‘Boy you’re mighty thin
Now here’s the deal’ and he caught a meal and he shared it All with him

Now the old White Cliffs of Dover they was comin’ into view
And the Bluebirds on the cliff top, there was everyone he knew
There was April, Jim and Old John Moore
Who was lookin’ particularly fine
And we all jumped down on that wreck with him
‘Til we crossed that finish line

My name is Byron and I know no fear
I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here
I really need a holiday so England here I come
If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some
If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some

That’s the way it happened Yes this story is true
That mad old guy from New Orleans with the Alfred.E. tattoo
So if you’re feeling stranded man, if you’re feelin’ blue
All you need is a bit of a breeze and you can do it too

My name is Byron and I know no fear
I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here
I really need a holiday so England here I come
If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some
If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some
If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some
I’m gonna get myself some

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from 56, released October 28, 2022
John Moore - Vocals/Guitar/Musical Saw
Boz Boorer - Lead Guitar/Slap Bass
Brian Young - Drums
Slim Clive Pain - Accordion/Piano
Cecilia Fage - BVs
Richard Earls - Harmonica
Eos - Violin/BVS

Jeff Mortimer - Mastering

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