Christmas Special: Bush and Troy’s Fairytale of Bristol
It was Christmas Eve babe,
Out by the Hippodrome
An old tramp said to me,
what have the council done?
So many traffic lights
It’s gridlocked every night
I gave him 20p
And dreamed of Bristol…
But we’re the lucky ones
Now most of Broadmead’s gone
They bulldozed everything…including Primark.
So happy Christmas
Next year it’ll be alright
I can see a better time, our town won’t be a building site
and all our dreams come true…
We drink cider from cans
We eat pasty and chips
We got a new TK Maxx
And and some old metal ship
I got the bus into Bristol
On a cold Christmas eve
tried to pay with a tenner
he chucked me off in henleaze
Come on rovers!
Come on city!
Clifton’s posh, Easton’s sh***y
Shopping trolleys in the Avon and firemen on the downs
All the chavs – they go racin’
Round the Cumberland Basin
We’ve got a famous train station and a really big bridge
And the tramps out on the Gloucester Road
have car-jacked Santas sleigh
And the bells are ringing out, on Temple Way.
College Green skateboard punks,
Hartcliffe prozzies and drunks,
Gimmie Banksy graffitti and a clarke’s pie for tea,
The hoodies are buggers
shoot the charity muggers
Happy Christmas my arse!
Ark at ee! Proper job!
And the tramps out on the Gloucester Road
have car-jacked Santas sleigh
And the bells are ringing out, on Temple Way.
We’re moving to Withywood
It isn’t very good, I got my mobile nicked when I first went there..
So maybe we’ll try Knowle West
Then buy a bullet-proof vest
Let’s put up our Christmas tree and dream of Bristol.
And the tramps out on the Gloucester Road
have car-jacked Santas sleigh
And the bells are ringing out, on Temple Way
CHOIR:
Christmas in Withywood, it isn’t very good,
And Santa doesn’t care about Weston Super Mare
The Broadmead Xmas lights – o’ what a rubbish sight!
And Out in Almondsbury thev’ve got a 2 foot tree.
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