Blockheads - Ian Dury

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Their shapeless haircuts don't enhance
Their ghastly patterned shirts

Why bother at all about Blockheads?
Superior as you are
You're thoughtful and kind with a well-stocked mind
A Blockhead can't think very far

Imagine finding one in your laundry basket
Banging nails in your big black dog

Why bother at all about Blockheads?
Why should you care what they do?
'Cos after all is said and done
You're all Blockheads too!

Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads,

Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads,

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Blockheads Lyrics

You must have seen parties of Blockheads
With blotched and lagered skin
Blockheads with food particles in their teeth
What a horrible state they're in

They've got womanly breasts under pale mauve vests
Shoes like dead pigs' noses
Cornflake packet jacket, catalogue trousers
A mouth what never closes

You must have seen Blockheads in raucous teams
Dressed up after work
Who screw their poor old Eileens
Get sloshed, and go berserk

Rotary accessory watches
Hire-purchase signet rings
A beauty to the bully boys
No lonely vestige clings

Why bother at all about Blockheads?
Why shouldn't they do as they please?
You know if it came to a brainy game
You could baffle a Blockhead with ease

How would you like one puffing and blowing in your ear-hole?
Or pissing in your swimming pool?

Bigger brained Blockheads often acquire
Black and orange cars
Premature ejaculation drivers
Their soft-top's got roll-bars

"Fill her up," they say the Blockheads
"Go on, stick it where it hurts!"
Their shapeless haircuts don't enhance
Their ghastly patterned shirts

Why bother at all about Blockheads?
Superior as you are
You're thoughtful and kind with a well-stocked mind
A Blockhead can't think very far

Imagine finding one in your laundry basket
Banging nails in your big black dog

Why bother at all about Blockheads?
Why should you care what they do?
'Cos after all is said and done
You're all Blockheads too!

Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads,

Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads,

Blockheads, Blockheads, Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads, (Oh Oi!), Blockheads, (Oh Oi!)

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Ian Dury (1942-2000) was an English singer, songwriter, and bandleader.

Born on 12th May 1942, he is best known as founder and lead singer of the British band Ian Dury and the Blockheads, though he began his musical career in pub-rock act Kilburn & the High Roads. He wrote many famous songs including "Hit Me with Your Rhythm Stick", "What a Waste", and "Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll". He died on 27th March 2000.

At the age of seven, Dury contracted polio; very likely, he believed, from a swimming pool at Southend on Sea during the 1949 polio epidemic. After six weeks in a full plaster cast in Truro hospital, he was moved to Black Notley Hospital, Braintree, Essex, where he spent a year and a half before going to Chailey Heritage Craft School, East Sussex, in 1951. Chailey was a school and hospital for disabled children, and believed in toughening them up, contributing to the observant and determined person Dury became. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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