12 October 2012
The party's up and running
But what's that bloody row?
The dusty stage, once empty
Has a band upon it now
They're not the regular sort
They play blacks instead of blues
They can't even play 'live'
They are dead, if you need clues
Their name's The Strolling Bones
And they used to be the best
But they were executed
At an audiences request
Now they make a racket
'Cos it's hard to hold a chord
When your ghostly fingers
Just slip through the fretboard
So come and catch the Strollers
Plenty room out on the floor
As they play their favourite haunts
And they rock you to your core
No need to have a ticket
Just show your rictus grin
Tonight, for one night only
They're at The Carpenter's Inn...
The Strolling Bones • Opuss № I