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Indoor fireworks amuse your kitchen staff
Dusting plastic garlic plants
They snigger in the draught
When you ride through the parlour
Wearing nothing but your armour-
Playing.
One string puppet shows amuse
Your sycophantic friends
Who cheer your rancid recipes
In fear they might offend,
Whilst you loaf on your sofa
Sporting falsies and a toga-
Playing,.
Your mean teetotum spins arouse your seventh wife
Who pats her sixty little skins
And reinsures your life,
Whilst you sulk in your sauna
'Cos you lost your jigsaw corner-
Playing,.
Each afternoon you train baboons to sing
Or swim in purple perspex water wings.
Come Saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,
High bender-trender it's all.
No ball bagatelle incites
Your children to conspire,
They slide across your frying pan
And fertilize your fire;
Still you and Jones go madder
Broken bones-broken ladder-
Hey Ho . . .
Dusting plastic garlic plants
They snigger in the draught
When you ride through the parlour
Wearing nothing but your armour-
Playing.
Your sycophantic friends
Who cheer your rancid recipes
In fear they might offend,
Whilst you loaf on your sofa
Sporting falsies and a toga-
Playing,.
Who pats her sixty little skins
And reinsures your life,
Whilst you sulk in your sauna
'Cos you lost your jigsaw corner-
Playing,.
Or swim in purple perspex water wings.
Come Saturday jump hopper, chelsea brigade,
High bender-trender it's all.
Your children to conspire,
They slide across your frying pan
And fertilize your fire;
Still you and Jones go madder
Broken bones-broken ladder-
Hey Ho . . .
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Submitted by
ruben On Jun 09, 2002
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kmcook, as far as the lyrics are concerned, you're spot on, it is chopper. As for the meaning, it's a put-down of the decadent rich with more power then they deserve and nothing really worthwhile to occupy their time (probably living on daddy's money and/or fame). A few songs of the late sixties had a similar theme. One that springs to mind is 'Freedom Come, Freedom Go' - I can't remember who it's by, but some of the lyrics include 'Dady is a doctor, mother is a debutante, pillars of society living in a mansion somewhere in the country and another in Chelsea' and 'Freedom is her name and Freedom is her nature, Freedom is a sunny day - Freedom never does do what she doesn't want to, Freedom never has to pay'
I think it's actually "Come Saturday jump chopper, chelsea brigade"... not that I have ANY idea what that means... In fact, the whole song is a mystery to me, except that it's supposedly Frederick II that Peter Sinfield was writing about.
but i could be wrong...