STRIKE UP THE BAND (Andrew Ranken)
Not so strange bedfellows
A marriage made in hell
Evil cuddles up to evil
Ain’t it swell?
Turning back the clock again
Going from bad to worse
On empty on the wrong track
Running in reverse
Cheap dictator, couch potato
Suffocating smell
Wallowing in luxury
They lubricate themselves
Ortolans steeped in brandy
For Baroness Michelle
While outside in a different world
There’s nothing on the shelves
And now this evil stalks the land
Evil walking like a man
But get up, stand up, show your hand
Kick that slaver off his stand
Flush that bullshit down the pan
Turn up the volume, strike up the band
Turn up the volume, strike up the band
Behind those false eyelashes
Lie false and lying eyes
Behind those dark sunglasses
A tyrant barely disguised
A feudal overlord
He fiddles while Rome burns
Knows no mercy, knows no shame
Fiddles his tax returns
And now this evil stalks the land
Evil walking like a man
But get up, stand up, show your hand
Kick that slaver off his stand
Flush that bullshit down the pan
Turn up the volume, strike up the band
Turn up the volume, strike up the band
Vocal: Andrew Ranken
Drums and percussion: Lou Salvoni
Bass: Simon Korner
Guitars: Patmo Sheeran
Organ and piano: Joe Korner
Backing vocals: Nikki Akinjinmi, Patmo Sheeran, Joe Korner
Saxophones: Nick Payne