Текст песни Battered Old Bird - Elvis Costello & The Attractions
                                                The 
                                                landlady's 
                                                husband 
                                                came 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                town 
                                                today
 
                                    
                                
                                                Since 
                                                he 
                                                left 
                                                them 
                                                both 
                                                ten 
                                                years 
                                                ago 
                                                to 
                                                serve 
                                                the 
                                                ministry
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dark 
                                                down 
                                                road 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                approach 
                                                in 
                                                constant 
                                                rain 
                                                was 
                                                drenched
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                tenant's 
                                                boy 
                                                said 
                                                "How 
                                                d'ya 
                                                do" 
                                                then 
                                                swore 
                                                in 
                                                French
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                teach 
                                                this 
                                                little 
                                                child 
                                                these 
                                                curses 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                should 
                                                both 
                                                be 
                                                shut 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                coal-hole
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                treat 
                                                    a 
                                                child 
                                                who 
                                                cries 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                woman 
                                                who 
                                                teaches 
                                                wrong 
                                                from 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus: 
                                                He's 
                                                    a 
                                                Battered 
                                                Old 
                                                Bird
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he's 
                                                living 
                                                up 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                time 
                                                stands 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                keep 
                                                taking 
                                                those 
                                                little 
                                                pink 
                                                pills
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Hush 
                                                your 
                                                mouth 
                                                you 
                                                hypocrite"
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                humour 
                                                cut 
                                                her 
                                                deep
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                tight 
                                                lipped 
                                                leer 
                                                of 
                                                judgement
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                had 
                                                seen 
                                                her 
                                                love 
                                                desert 
                                                her 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Filthy 
                                                words 
                                                on 
                                                children's 
                                                lips 
                                                are 
                                                better, 
                                                my 
                                                dear 
                                                spouse
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                were 
                                                to 
                                                speak 
                                                my 
                                                mind 
                                                about 
                                                this 
                                                house"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                floor 
                                                there 
                                                are 
                                                two 
                                                old 
                                                maids
 
                                    
                                
                                                Each 
                                                one 
                                                wishing 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                was 
                                                afraid
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                next 
                                                door 
                                                to 
                                                them 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                so 
                                                mild
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Til 
                                                he 
                                                chopped 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                head 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                visitor's 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                danced 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                bonfire
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swallowed 
                                                sleeping 
                                                pills 
                                                like 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                bottle 
                                                of 
                                                sweet 
                                                sherry 
                                                that 
                                                everything 
                                                redeems
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                second 
                                                floor 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                Macintosh 
                                                Man
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                overcoats 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                typewriter's 
                                                rattling 
                                                all 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                burgundy 
                                                for 
                                                breakfast 
                                                tight
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                says 
                                                "One 
                                                day 
                                                I'll 
                                                throw 
                                                away 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                cares
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                always 
                                                Christmas 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                cupboard 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                top 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                stairs"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Well 
                                                here's 
                                                    a 
                                                boy 
                                                if 
                                                ever 
                                                there 
                                                was
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who's 
                                                going 
                                                to 
                                                do 
                                                big 
                                                things
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                what 
                                                they 
                                                all 
                                                say 
                                                and 
                                                that's 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                trouble 
                                                begins
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                seen 
                                                them 
                                                rise 
                                                and 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Been 
                                                through 
                                                their 
                                                big 
                                                deals 
                                                and 
                                                smalls
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'd 
                                                better 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                dream 
                                                that 
                                                goes 
                                                beyond 
                                                four 
                                                walls"
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                he 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                sent 
                                                outside 
                                                playing 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                traffic
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                him 
                                                are 
                                                already 
                                                scattered 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                attic
 
                                    
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