Testo Big Nine - Judge Dread

Big Nine

Right, now you up on your feet
You can listen to Big Nine
Polly Flinders sat by the cinders
Warming her pretty feet
A spark flew out, she gave out a shout
'Cause it, burnt her on her country seat
Tom-tom the pipers sung
Was always gay and hearty
He met three fairies, on the road
They’d been to a goblin party
The queen of hearts had a baby
They fired guns and had a feast
But when a quite girl was pregnant
They went and fired the priest
Rub a dub dub, Ted’s out in his tub
Left all his troubles behind
Plays five finger tunes on his organ
If h, don’t stop soon, he’ll go blind
Little Miss Muffet has grown up
Gon are her frills and frocks
She’s into Bowie and The Osmonds
And all other types of hard rock
Judge Dread he went streaking
Into a lady’s den
She said, what’s that you got hanging
He said, it’s only my big ten