Текст песни The Beautiful South - Hit Parade
The Beautiful South - Hit Parade слова песни
(Heaton/Rotheray)No one wrote a song for meJust instrumental not too longAs sure as sure could ever beYou`d only get the lyrics wrongNo solo Chet Baker ever playedlowered me slowly to my graveThe prose that Keats and Yates would savewas for King and Queen not knaveI have no poem that describes my charmNo story told that`s short and sweetI have no hymn, I have no psalmThis song I have it has no beatYes it has no beatNo tapping of feetYes it has no beatMiles Davis played the black `n` bluesDid he play for me to lose?Cause just when round midnight fallsThat tune`s not his it`s Kenny Ball`sNow on that graveyard on that graveOn that tombstone in the shadeNo poem written, no accoladeNo "We loved you" ever sprayedThere`s just this feeling from that mossWhen epitaph you cannot readhe must have lived it at budget costSo he deserves to be beneathAll that William Robinson wrotenot one of my pluses did he portraythose lyrics stuck right down my throatI never hitIt never hitMy hit parade