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Richard Dawson (musician)( Richard Dawson )
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The Vile Stuff
Composer：Richard Dawson
Arranger：Richard Dawson
Year 7's on a school trip to Featherstone Castle and some wee scallywag's brung a Coca-Cola bottle containing a spirit
Poor Peter Hepplethwaite cracks open his head on a shiny brass bedknob
And has to be rushed by helicopter ambulance to Haltwhistle Hospital
Si Shovell fills a Reebok pump with the pulp from his belly then sets off a fire-extinguisher in the girl's dormitory
And finally clambers into bed with Miss Bartholomew
Much to the chagrin of the deputy headmaster whose scarlet skull is firmly locked between her thighs
I only drank a few little droplets
I only took a tiny draught of the vile stuff
Downing Asda's own-brand stubbies in the lad's bogs
I listen to the dull reflection of a carillon in the toilet bowl
My A-Levels drifting away from me
Matthew Mooney's hockle in my hair smells like menthol tabs
Outside the chip-shop Thaddeus Wagstaff fractures my cheekbone
3 empty cans of Castlemaine XXX go rolling down my trouser leg
Blood
snot and curry coalesce in the corners of my nails
My friends drifting away from me
I only drank a few little droplets
I only took a tiny draught of the vile stuff
Attempting to penetrate a coconut husk with a Philips-head screwdriver
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I pierce a hole straight through my hand into the laminate worktop
It's a major operation to repair a damaged tendon
I come around with the tube still down my throat
The milk of amnesia fills my cup and back into the hole I go
Snoring like a pan of broth I arouse the ire of my fellow patients wagging their ladles in the dark
My neighbor Andrew lost two fingers to a Staffy-cross
Whilst jogging over Cow Hill with a Pepperami in his bum-bag
He's a junior partner at James & james no-win no-fee solicitor thinking of relocating to a Buddhist monastery in Halifax
He reckons I should try meditation
He reckons it would benefit my peace of mind
My bedroom walls are papered with the stripes of Newcastle United
Between which I perceive the presence of a horse-headed figure holding aloft a flaming quiver of bramble silhouettes
He is the King of Children singing like a boiler
'tomorrow is on its way'
I haven't had a wink of sleep and now the sun is in my porridge
I'm starting a BTEC in engineering at Tynemouth College
My thermos flask leaks parsnip soup on the metro clogging up the keys of my MacBook
Carrot pennies steam amidst a pyre of pencils
Ruck-sack dripping up the steps of WH Smith to buy a fresh pad of paper
I only drank a few little droplets
I only took a tiny draught of the vile stuff
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