A song you like that's a cover by another artist.
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Friday, May 15, 2020
30 Day Song Challenge - Day 15
A song you like that's a cover by another artist.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
That Alex Glasgow Song
Further to footnote #3 in the previous post, where I mention that John Sullivan's pamphlet, 'As Soon As This Pub Closes', was named after the Alex Glasgow's song of the same name, cut and pasted below are the lyrics to Glasgow's song.
I wish I could point you in the direction of an mp3 link to the song but no luck, I'm afraid. I don't even have a copy of the song myself. A comrade in the SPGB kindly did me a tape of Alex Glasgow's songs a few years back, but I left the cassette back in Britain alongside my Bucks Fizz picture discs. Maybe next time . . .
I could have done it yesterday if I hadn't a cold,
But since I've put this pint away I've never felt so bold.
So as soon as this pub closes, as soon as this pub closes,
As soon as this pub closes, the revolution starts.
I'll shoot the aristocracy and confiscate their brass,
Create a fine democracy that's truly working class.
As soon as this pub closes, as soon as this pub closes,
As soon as this pub closes, I'll raise the banner high.
I'll fight the nasty racialists and scrap the colour bar,
And all fascist dictatorships and every commissar.
As soon as this pub closes, as soon as this pub closes,
As soon as this pub closes, I'll man the barricades.
So raise your glasses, everyone, for everything is planned,
And each and every mother's son will see the Promised Land.
As soon as this pub closes, as soon as this pub closes,
As soon as this pub closes, I think I'm going to be sick.
UPDATE:
There you go. It sometimes pays to come across all whiney on the blogsphere. That good man, Piers, over at Border Fever has been good enough to send me an mp3 of the song.
OK, I'll start off and you can come in at the start of the second verse with the doo-wah-wah's.