About a rather annoying neurotic dachshund, encountered some 30 or so year ago. I've just about recovered. For the owners of "ratweilers".
lyrics
Monty
Monty, when Mr Brown comes home on the 6.20,
He rattles his 'Times' ands always finds
A sabre toothed crocodile,
I really love your virtuoso sausage concerto style,
Monty, Monty, there's no need to wag your pedigree..
Cos if your bite is as big as your bark,
You'd soon make fish fingers from a tiger shark,
Monty, I'll see you in my dreams..
Monty, a ring around the moon and you get uptight..
A winter;s morn a frosty lawn you do look a sorry hound,
All your assets will get frozen just an inch above the ground,
Monty, Monty, well I don't give a damn about those lamp-post blues...
'Cos if the toe of my boot could just find the right place ,
You'd be the first chipolata in outer space, oh, Monty, I'll see you in my dreams, yes I will, because you said so, Monty, I'll see you in my dreams.
I write both serious and comedy songs. 6 solo CDs to date and collaborations with Steve Cartwright -"Legends of
Leicester/Leicestershire". "All at Sea" shantyish album. Folk based for the most part - when people ask where the ideas come from I can say with honesty -"not drugs!!".. Currently working on a new album "Aspects of Lurve" hopefully out later in 2024....more
