The Private Dicks Band - Bad Blues Music

There's a well-known bar in the middle of town
Where a certain person used to hang around
He had a reputation that radiated fear

He was lean and mean and not very nice
But he gave the bartender some good advice
When he told him about a band he had to hear

I can have them here on a Saturday night
Let me tell you my friend it'll be alright
You'll be working so hard that you'll forget about closing

And there ain't no room for a table or chair
You better clear the floor and get well prepared
For a band that's hotter than hot and rockin and rolling

Playing bad blues music
Got everybody jumpin around
To that bad blues music
Lift you up when you're feeling down

With sharp finesse and a stony glare
He got the band in just about everywhere
And he soon became a part of their reputation

In a high class bar or the jaws of Hell
He was the guarantee that the gig went well
And he always came out tops in an altercation

Playing bad blues music
Got everybody jumpin around
Playing bad blues music
Lift you up when you're feeling down

Always fine with the sound and light
With a word in their ear everything was alright
Terror worked well to resolve those situations

The last I heard he was doing good
Still cracking skulls and spilling blood
For an old Sicilian well known organisation

Written by:
Chris Mcparland, Peter Cooke

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