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By popular demand, I post the words and tune to Davy's tribute to the King! To be sung to the tune of Don McLean, American Pie....

G D Em7
A long, long time ago...

Am C
I can just remember how

Em D
That music used to make me run a mile.

G D Em7
And I knew if I had my rings,

Am C
That I could make those birdies sing,

Em C D
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.

Em Am
That Force 10, it made me shiver,

Em Am
It chucked it down and formed a river,

C G Am
It flowed straight across my groundsheet,

C D
I couldn’t get a wink’s sleep.

G D Em
I can’t remember if I bawled,

Am7 D
When I heard they were to close the Halls,

G D Em7
But something made me scratch my balls,

C D7 G C
The day the spam got fried.

G
So…

G C G D
My, my, but that Maalie can fly,

G C G D
With the King at the helm and his flags flying high,

G C G D
And Gibby and Laura drinking whiskey and rye

Em A7 Em D7
Singing “Ballerinas and thighs, ballerinas and thighs”

(Verse 2)


G Am
Do you have “The Book of Doves”,

C Am
And “A Jar of Vaseline and Some Rubber Gloves”,

Em D
Well, return them please they’re overdue.

G D Em
Do you believe in “Drum and Base”?

Am7* G
On Friday nights get out your face?

Em A7
And can you show me how to flush the loo?

Em D
Well I know that you’re in lust with him,

Em D
‘Cos I saw you dancing with our Jim,

C G A7
You both slipped off your frocks,

C D7
Man, I dig those woolly socks.

G D Em
I was a “non-academic” birding chap,

Am C
With a pair of wellies and a Maalie Hat,

G D Em
And I knew that I was comin’ back,

C D7 G C
The day the spam got fried,

G
I started singing…


G Am
Now for three years we've been on our own,

C Am
And still Jim won’t leave us alone,

Em D
I guess that’s not how it’s meant to be.

G D Em
When the jester played for the Maalie King,

Am7* C
He made us dance and he made us sing,

Em A7
And he took the choice from you and me.

Em D
Oh, and whilst the King was lying down,

Em D
The pretender wore his feathered crown,

C G A7
The bangers were not turned.

C D7
And the bacon it got burned,

G D Em
And while Katie baited hooks for sharks,

Am C
I was fitting rings on Larks,

G D Em
And we rang “stormies” in the dark,

C D7 G C
The day the spam got fried.

G
We were singing……….

G Am
Dissention, tension, at the ringing station,

C Am
The birds flew off on a “sooth” migration,

Em D
Eight inches high and skimming waves,

G D Em
The “lits” all tried for a weekend rave,

Am7* C
Jim put the blame on Dave

Em A7 D
I’d have settled for some leisure and a decent shave,

Em D
Now the shower room was sweet perfume,

Em D
Our Leige, he sang his rousing tunes,

C G A7
They got dressed up to dance,

C D7
Oh, but they never got the chance,

G D Em
‘Cos the ringers, well they claimed the van,

Am C
(And our Maalie King, well he’s the man,)

G D Em
And he’s said we’ll be ringing if we can...

C D7 G C
The day the spam got fried…

G
We started singing,

G Am
And there we were all in one tent,

C Am
A expedition all worn and spent,

Em D
With no spirits left to start again

G D Em
So come on Jim be nimble Jim be quick

Am7* C
Outside his tent was a puddle of sick

Em A7
'Cause fire-water is the devil's only friend

Em D
And as I watched him on his throne

Em D
Sending texts on his portable phone.

C G A7
No lecturer spawned in hell

C D7
Could break that satan's spell

G D A7
And as that red tinny climbed high into the night,

Am C
In fright it put those crows to flight

G D Em
I saw our king laughing with delight

C D7 G C
The day the spam got fried.

G
He was singing
G D Em
I met a girl who played the fiddle

Am C
Jim fell doon, but he made her giggle

Em D
But she was divine and turned away

G D Em
I went down to see Andy Mann

Am C
We had a chat and we had a dram,

Em C D
But our Mann there said video wouldn’t play

Em Am
And Inga’s bairns, they laughed and screamed,

Em Am
The cooks all cooked and the cleaners cleaned,

C G Am
But not a word was spoken

C D
But “red tinnies” they were opened

G D Em
And the two men of whom I’m I fan

Am7 C D7
Jim Fowler and Albert Mann,

G D Em
They set off in a 3-wheeled van,

Pause, (Off to Gibbies, I think, for a dram)

Am7 D7 G C
The day the spam got fried
G
And they were singing...

G C G D
My, my, but that Maalie can fly,

G C G D
Jim hit a lorry that he couldn’t get by,

G C G D
And with his neck in a collar, I heard him sigh…

Em A7
“There’s a little hoose by the sea I can buy”

Em D7
There’s a little hoose by the sea I can buy”