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    1. Ditto, Gary, I’m afraid.

      Some lyrics written after Mick Hucknall kicked my cat:

      White boy on a black trip
      Think you’re Otis Blue
      1966 and all that
      Wasn’t you

      The black guy’s Lionel Richie
      You underdosed on MDMA
      The Vietnam vet of the silicone set’s
      On his way

      Where the chords are green
      And the horns are blue
      And a sample means
      What you want it to

      Wide boy on a black trip
      never wrote a word I heard
      ‘Cos the nerd with the third
      And the record horde has the word

      I have heard it
      I have read it
      And when there’s nothing new under the sun
      There’s no fun

      Where the chords are green
      And the horns are blue
      And you couldn’t write
      If you wanted to

      Saw your wedding in a magazine
      And the celebrity junkies littering your scene
      Saw your song remaindered in a bin
      And Mr. Sony raking it in

      Where the chords are green
      And the horns are blue
      As the roots you preen
      And the mime you do

      Where the chords are green
      And the horns are blue
      And where what I mean
      Is beyond you

      Where the chords are green
      And the horns are blue
      And where ample means
      Far too much of you

      Turn on
      Your vibrato nostril croon
      Tune in
      Don’t drop the autotune
      White boy on a black trip
      Go bottom of the class
      Go stick it up your ass

  1. Mr. Hall is compellingly pointing with his right hand. All that is lacking to complete this tsunami of charisma is an artful “thumbs up” display with his left hand.

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