Lyrics

Bloody Flamingooes

Words and Music by Gordon Moir and George Paterson


Counting clips while my life?.passes by
My friends have deserted me
They took my wife?s side
Now all I?ve got?s my teenage mistress
And my secret life of international crime?..

I wasn?t anyone ?til you
You came and stood right by me
I wasn?t anything ?til you
Came by me that cold day

But now I?ll never be the same
Never be the same without you
And things will never be the same
Never be the same again

You told me ?bout the news
I forgot all my blues
With those bloody flamingooes

Well, this is not the type of thing
To brag of down the Legion
Taking petty cash for booze
Was as far as I would go
Now there are images of us
On Wanted signs from here to Guadaloupe
A locker full of unmarked bills
And a freezer full of severed toes

We?re making front page news
I forgot all my blues
With those bloody flamingooes


I know it?s just a job for you
But to me, it?s an adventure
The reservations of a lifetime
Being casually blown away
Just as we blew away the plane
Carrying that legal delegation
Or when we sabotaged the soup
At Her Majesty?s one hundredth birthday

We made the front page news
I forgot all my blues
With those bloody flamingooes

Blood on my hands over you
(repeat to end)



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