Текст песни Grape and Grain - Ian Dury
                                                Well 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                going 
                                                strong 
                                                so 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                blody 
                                                hell 
                                                did 
                                                    I 
                                                go 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                it 
                                                made 
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                enough 
                                                to 
                                                make 
                                                the 
                                                grain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                cut 
                                                    a 
                                                heavy 
                                                dash 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                cash 
                                                to 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                major 
                                                splash
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                easy 
                                                livin 
                                                nash 
                                                at 
                                                least 
                                                until 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                thing 
                                                crash
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pour 
                                                moi 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                only 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                way 
                                                was 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ce 
                                                moi 
                                                who 
                                                wiggled 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wine 
                                                that 
                                                fell 
                                                on 
                                                stony 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Perhaps 
                                                he 
                                                just 
                                                deserves 
                                                that 
                                                left 
                                                me 
                                                layin 
                                                face 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dirt
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                great 
                                                scenario 
                                                whose 
                                                pages 
                                                now 
                                                lay 
                                                scattered 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                really 
                                                so 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                that 
                                                turn 
                                                my 
                                                pretty 
                                                landscape 
                                                into 
                                                bee
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                valid 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                creep 
                                                that 
                                                made 
                                                me 
                                                go 
                                                for 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                need
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wee 
                                                wee 
                                                the 
                                                one 
                                                and 
                                                only 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                harlekin 
                                                of 
                                                fools
 
                                    
                                
                                                May 
                                                we 
                                                that 
                                                always 
                                                felt 
                                                so 
                                                free 
                                                to 
                                                break 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                rules
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                no 
                                                escape 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                grape 
                                                the 
                                                grain 
                                                will 
                                                breach 
                                                your 
                                                brain
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                landscape 
                                                takes 
                                                    a 
                                                funny 
                                                shape 
                                                put 
                                                down 
                                                that 
                                                grape 
                                                on 
                                                grain
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                nerve 
                                                deep 
                                                pape 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                grazy 
                                                grape 
                                                the 
                                                grain 
                                                will 
                                                cause 
                                                you 
                                                pain
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                mouth 
                                                    a 
                                                gate 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                drunken 
                                                ape 
                                                put 
                                                down 
                                                that 
                                                grape 
                                                on 
                                                grain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Solo
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                chasing 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                bred 
                                                    a 
                                                source 
                                                of 
                                                what 
                                                has 
                                                happened 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                this 
                                                my 
                                                tree 
                                                concern 
                                                the 
                                                cause 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                bridges 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                burned
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                that 
                                                grape 
                                                and 
                                                grain 
                                                have
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clowed 
                                                too 
                                                mighty 
                                                thouroughs 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                brain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                asked 
                                                myself 
                                                again 
                                                to 
                                                what 
                                                these 
                                                bloody 
                                                troubles 
                                                ad 
                                                maintain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurrah 
                                                was 
                                                only 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                way 
                                                was 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ce 
                                                moi 
                                                who 
                                                wiggled 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                grain 
                                                that 
                                                fell 
                                                on 
                                                stony 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wee 
                                                wee 
                                                the 
                                                one 
                                                and 
                                                only 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                harlequin 
                                                of 
                                                fools
 
                                    
                                
                                                May 
                                                we 
                                                who 
                                                always 
                                                felt 
                                                to 
                                                free 
                                                to 
                                                brake 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                rules
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pour 
                                                moi 
                                                was 
                                                only 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                way 
                                                was 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ce 
                                                moi 
                                                who 
                                                wiggled 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                grain 
                                                fell 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                stony 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                            1 That's Enough of That
2 Bill Haley's Last Words
3 Poor Joey
4 Quick Quick Slow
5 Fly in the Ointment
6 O'Donegal
7 Poo-Poo in the Prawn
8 Have a Word
9 London Talking
10 D'Orine the Cow
11 Your Horoscope
12 No Such Thing as Love
13 Two Old Dogs Without a Name
14 Amerind
15 I Believe
16 Cowboys
17 One Love
18 Grape and Grain
19 The Writer
20 Whale
21 Itinerant Child
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