Lyrics Hit Parade - The Beautiful South
No
one
wrote
a
song
for
me
Just
instrumental
not
too
long
As
sure
as
sure
could
ever
be
You'd
only
get
the
lyrics
wrong
No
solo
Chet
Baker
ever
played
Lowered
me
slowly
to
my
grave
The
prose
that
Keats
and
Yates
would
save
Was
for
King
and
Queen
not
knave
I
have
no
poem
that
describes
my
charm
No
story
told
that's
short
and
sweet
I
have
no
hymn,
I
have
no
psalm
This
song
I
have
it
has
no
beat
Yes
it
has
no
beat
No
tapping
of
feet
Yes
it
has
no
beat
Miles
Davis
played
the
black
'n'
blues
Did
he
play
for
me
to
lose?
Cause
just
when
round
midnight
falls
That
tune's
not
his
it's
Kenny
Ball's
Now
on
that
graveyard
on
that
grave
On
that
tombstone
in
the
shade
No
poem
written,
no
accolade
No
"We
loved
you"
ever
sprayed
There's
just
this
feeling
from
that
moss
When
epitaph
you
cannot
read
He
must
have
lived
it
at
budget
cost
So
he
deserves
to
be
beneath
All
that
William
Robinson
wrote
Not
one
of
my
pluses
did
he
portray
Those
lyrics
stuck
right
down
my
throat
I
never
hit
It
never
hit
My
hit
parade
1 Who's Gonna Tell?
2 Closer Than Most
3 Just Checkin'
4 Hit Parade
5 Masculine Eclipse
6 'Til You Can't Tuck It In
7 If We Crawl
8 Tupperware Queen
9 The River
10 Baby Please Go
11 You Can Call Me Leisure
12 Final Spark
13 10,000 Feet
14 Hot On The Heels Of Heartbreak
15 The Mediterranean
16 A Little Piece Of Advice
17 Property Quiz
18 Chicken Wings
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