The Bride Stripped Bare By 'bachelors' Lyrics - Keynsham - Bonzo Dog Band

So, the boys got together and formed a band 

Fate played the straight man 

And since then they've never looked back 

You, lads, welcome to the Club B 

I've seen you on telly 

With your long hair and pimples 

(Pop, pop) 

We arrived at the gig looking rough 

Not happy, we'd all had enough of eight hours on the road 

Legs Larry said, eh, it's the boozer for me, dear boy 

Yup, yup, yes, indeed 

And the hotel reception was empty and cold 

With horrid red wallpaper forty years old 

It stank like a rhino house, Mr. Slater said 

Pooh, I can smell vindaloo, ohh, really? No, Sir, O'Reilly 

Hobnob 

And we wave to the people who frown 

At our hair as we ride into town 

And Chalky and Nozz had set up the gear 

At the club where the, 'Dohl Pal Show' would appear 

In person as themselves, in person as themselves 

Then Neil, Fred, and I played darts for awhile 

Before we switched on our theatrical smiles, hey, you remember 

Hot dogs on sale in the foyer, hey 

You can have a drink in your dressing rooms, lads 

But you can't come into club looking like that 

We can't oblige, thank you 

Hey, redneck, we've had em all ere, you know, Tommy Ray. 

Oh, aye? That's a brand new scratch on the piano 

Cost you seventy five quid to put that right 

Whoa, who did that? 

Aye, remember Frank Fesher 

And and Buddy Greece 

Aye, put off thought really, ere, doesn't it? 

Whoa, what? 

Will you take your empty glasses back the bar? 

Any artiste mentioning football will be paid off immediately. 

Hoover 

It's not for me self, lads, it's for