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Ian Dury - Fly to the ointment



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   Fly in the ointment
  Stain on the character
  Dust on the wainscot
  Hair on the gate
  
  Bee in the bonnet
  Ash on the waistcoat
  Flake on the shoulder
  Crack in the plate
  
  Eye on the clock
  Bat in the belfry
  Head in the sand
  Kick up the arse
  
  Smudge on the collar
  Hands in the paint
  Flea in the ear
  Snake in the grass
  
  I though that you love me
  ‘Cos that's what you said
  Climb on the table
  Pat on the bed
  
  The further you love me
  You were taking the piss-tic
  Out of the frying pan
  Into the mystic
  
  Rock in the carpet
  Gap in the market
  The open umbrella
  But wait in the hall
  
  An old bit of gum
  With nowhere to park it
  Soldier of fortune
  Ear on the wall
  
  I thought that you loved me
  Cos that's how I felt
  Kick in the bollocks
  Under the belt
  
  I thought that you loved me
  Now I know I'm a prune
  I wish through the window
  (this line is so mumbled I doubt he knows what he said)
  
  Knot in the hanky
  Rat on the landing
  Little bit hanging
  Pain in the bum
  
  Mind your own business
  Only one standing
  Wrong side of the bed
  Terrible hum
  
  I thought that you loved me
  Cos that's what you said
  Grub on the table
  Hat on the bed
  
  I thought that you loved me
  You were taking the piss-tic
  Out of the frying pan
  Into the mystic
  
  (note: the noises in the last verse and chorus are just him making
  Rolf Harris type noises, he doesn’t actually say any proper words)
  
  




Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki