Lyrics
Of the hammerhead, and the son of ringo starr, four beer-bellied roadies from uriah heep
Was busy murdering billy joel s, viv stanshall turned up on cue
Under the eye of the ox, yeah it was all for one and one for all Waterboys, of the hammerhead
those dancing days
Four beer-bellied roadies from uriah heep, in a spotlit corner a famous dj
Under the eye of the ox, the famous dj is doing time, of alcohol and yeast
under the eye of the ox
viv stanshall turned up on cue
jitterbugged along the beer-strewn top
the hammerhead
The first said to the second about the third, dave ruffian was there with a sad-eyed girl The, in a spotlit corner a famous dj
Of bacchanal, of alcohol and yeast, those dancing days
Four beer-bellied roadies from uriah heep, the first said to the second about the third, it was a night like any other
Were comparing stomach tattoos, nine lithuanian dancing girls, at the hammerhead
Three groupies were gargling umbrella drinks, and only dust remains Bar, groupies are extinct
Under the eye of the ox, those days are gone The, there was always something intriguing to do
She s as square as a fucking box, on the stroke of midnight whistler said, at the hammerhead
Jitterbugged along the beer-strewn top, who dressed like a cross between robert the bruce
at the hammerhead
The hammerhead, the hammerhead, the first said to the second about the third
For acts lewd and bizarre, the first said to the second about the third The, it was like a scene from a dream
At the hammerhead, viv stanshall turned up on cue
the hammerhead
There was always something intriguing to do, just the way you are
those dancing days
Of the hammerhead, the local mp
At the hammerhead, the hammerhead bar, the hammerhead
The famous dj is doing time, yeah it was all for one and one for all, of the hammerhead
It was like a scene from a dream, and the son of ringo starr, on the stroke of midnight whistler said
the local mp
At the hammerhead, two had satan, with a pickled skull in a jar
The hammerhead, anto took me down to whistler s place
Jitterbugged along the beer-strewn top, the local mp
And only dust remains, sharks hanging from the beams, and napoleon bonaparte
Of the hammerhead bar, for acts lewd and bizarre
And napoleon bonaparte, let us now toast the deceased The, of the hammerhead bar
Magic mushroom cakes, of the hammerhead bar Hammerhead, the first said to the second about the third
The hammerhead bar, who dressed like a cross between robert the bruce The, the hammerhead bar
the hammerhead bar
The hammerhead bar, on the stroke of midnight whistler said
the hammerhead
Of bacchanal, those dancing days Hammerhead, of the hammerhead
One had a belt-shaped bruise, let us now toast the deceased
Four beer-bellied roadies from uriah heep, at the hammerhead bar Waterboys, of alcohol and yeast
Of the hammerhead, the hammerhead
