Whit Week Malarkey Lyrics

Up in the trees down on the ground
High in the hills under the sea
People playing low-key warm-up gigs
Performing tasters from their new LP

We just got back from Greek isle Kos
Didn’t see no Vicky Leandros
We had a 96-track studio
And it was haunted by a Red Indian

See what we’ve got in the pipeline
The Edge said we could maybe buy-on
Met him at prestigious Marquee Club
Mixed a storming set by Vow Wow
Vow Wowowow

Oooh he’s here again The man with the gaffer tape supplies
We’ll blow the headline act away
Cos we’ve brought a coachload down with us

Whit Week malarkey on the prom
Eyes down, look in
Win beige headboard
She’s got a green belt in astrology
And I’ve got a black belt
In NoCanDo

My turn soon on Karaoke
Girl nearby who asks I might be
May be Boz Scaggs singing “Lido”
Or I might just up and leave

Just up and leave…

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