N O T H U G S I N O U R H O U S E Lyrics

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TTTTT  he  insect-headed  worker-wife  will  hang  her  waspies  on
  T  the line;  the husband burns his paper, sucks his  pipe  while
  T  studying their cushion-floor;    his viscous poly-paste breath
  T  comes out,   their  wall-paper  world  is  shattered  by  his
 TTT  shout,    a  boy in blue  is  busy  banging  out  a  headache
on  the  kitchen  door.         all  the  while  graham  slept  on,
dreaming  of  a  world where  he  could do  just what he  wanted to
no thugs in  our  house, are  there dear?     we  made  that  clear
we  made  little graham promise  us  he'd be a  good boy.  no thugs
in  our  house , are there  dear? we made  that  clear     we  made
little  graham  promise  us  he'd  be  a  good boy.
the  young  policeman who just  can't grow  a moustache  will  open
up  his  book,    and spoil their breakfast  with reports of asians
who have been so badly kicked,       is this your son's wallet I've
got here? he must have dropped it after too much beer! oh, officer,
we can't believe  our little angel  is the one you've picked.   and
all  the while graham slept on,  dreaming of a world where he could
do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house,are there dear? we
made that clear  we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no
thugs in our house, are  there dear? we made that clear we  made  little
graham promise  us he'd be  a  good boy.
they never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,they never readthat
tattoo  on  his  arm.    they thought that was  just a  boys club  badge
he wore,   they never thought he'd do folks any harm.  the insect-headed
worker wife will hang her waspies on the line;   she's singing something
stale and simple now this business  has  fizzled out;    her little tune
is  such  a  happy song     her son is innocent,   he  can't  do  wrong,
'cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about.
and  all the  while graham slept on,   dreaming  of  a  world  where  he
could  do just  what he wanted to.    no thugs in  our  house, are there
dear? we made that clear    we made  little graham promise  us he'd be a
good boy.    no thugs  in our house, are  there dear? we made that clear
we made  little graham promise  us  he'd be  a good boy.

andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar     colin - fender   bass
dave-electric guitars, prophet V    terry-drums  composed by a.partridge