Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Here Comes the Mouldmaster!
(Nicky Patterson 2008)
V1: (chord sequence 1)
Grey skies and spittin rain
Saturday morning’s come again
I’m waitin for Mr McIlwaine
To take us all up the school
V2: (.s.1)
The pride of playin P7 first team
The strips are washed, the boots are clean
We’re flyin now like Mr Sheen
How many can we score?
V3: (.s.2)
The ref’s the janny no surprise
And it isn’t long ‘fore someone skies
The ball o’er the fence and lies
He says it wasnae him!
V4: (.s.2)
Seagulls are on at half-time
Had kia-ora I’m feelin fine
I’ll give my boots another shine
And on for the second half!
V5: (.s.1)
The blaze is crusty on my knees
The dad’s are cursin referees
Who the hell is John Cleese?
He’s just given a free-kick!
V6: (.s.1)
Back ten yards says Basil Fawlty
All of a sudden my mouth goes salty
We’re makin a wall but its too cold to
And the boy is takin his time
Chorus:
Here comes the mouldmaster
And it’s flyin right towards me
Oh help me mammy
I’m gonna need some TLC
V7: (.s.1)
I want to greet I want to cry
It’s got me right inside the thigh
The slap the sting that in thing
Should be banned by the HSE
V1: (.s.1)
Grey skies and spitting rain
Saturday morning’s come again
I’m waitin for Mr McIlwaine
To take me up the road!
Chorus
(Nicky Patterson 2008)
V1: (chord sequence 1)
Grey skies and spittin rain
Saturday morning’s come again
I’m waitin for Mr McIlwaine
To take us all up the school
V2: (.s.1)
The pride of playin P7 first team
The strips are washed, the boots are clean
We’re flyin now like Mr Sheen
How many can we score?
V3: (.s.2)
The ref’s the janny no surprise
And it isn’t long ‘fore someone skies
The ball o’er the fence and lies
He says it wasnae him!
V4: (.s.2)
Seagulls are on at half-time
Had kia-ora I’m feelin fine
I’ll give my boots another shine
And on for the second half!
V5: (.s.1)
The blaze is crusty on my knees
The dad’s are cursin referees
Who the hell is John Cleese?
He’s just given a free-kick!
V6: (.s.1)
Back ten yards says Basil Fawlty
All of a sudden my mouth goes salty
We’re makin a wall but its too cold to
And the boy is takin his time
Chorus:
Here comes the mouldmaster
And it’s flyin right towards me
Oh help me mammy
I’m gonna need some TLC
V7: (.s.1)
I want to greet I want to cry
It’s got me right inside the thigh
The slap the sting that in thing
Should be banned by the HSE
V1: (.s.1)
Grey skies and spitting rain
Saturday morning’s come again
I’m waitin for Mr McIlwaine
To take me up the road!
Chorus