David Bowie – The Reverend Raymond Brown Attends The Garden Fête On Thatchwick Green (Guitar)

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Milkman has thrown his bottles away

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His work is all over for the rest of the day

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Puts on her coat that smells of mothballs and age

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The Reverend Raymond Brown deserts his holy ground

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’Cause he’s leading the band

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Magistrates serving cups of tea from the stall

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Everyone buys yellow scarves made of wool

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Mrs Grass makes a fortune reading tea leaves and palms

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While naughty Fitzwilliam helps to lighten the till

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The Reverend Raymond Brown puts his pencil on the ground

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For he’s melting down sin

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Mrs Pringle organises games for all the kids to play

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Women’s Guild compare their hats and chatter hard about this and that

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And isn’t it a shame that little Sally’s in the family way?    Lalalala...

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And mothers warn their daughters not to talk to any dirty(/churchy?) old man

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Flags and confetti, a girl very pretty

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With dresses and gold hair that blow in the wind

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The beauty of Thatchwick turns heads by the hundred

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She gazes on to the musical priest

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The Reverend Raymond Brown turns his red face to the ground

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And he mumbles out a prayer

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’Cause he fancies her like mad

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And the Reverend Raymond Brown turns and walks away

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Lalalalala Lalalala Lalalalala la Lalalala |2x

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