Spirit Of The West - Let The Ass Bray lyrics

We were gathered on a Thursday To see the 2 out of the 5 Pitch your newly pressed pop record And the room was well onside Until the fatithful got the bends And you never made amends For the fielding error on the call To play your best known song of all I wanted to hate you That was my first choice Wanted to hate you Until I heard your voice My, how rude, so impolite All this on your night of nights Little man of smallish frame Crushed beneath your pop band name Your table manners left behind In an Oxford Flat at suppertime You came of rage on centre stage Now sleep's not all you're losing I wanted to hate you That was my first choice Wanted to hate you 'til I heard your voice When I heard your voice I could ignore your face When I heard your voice Tom with a 'TH' Let the a** bray make the punters pay Let the a** bray make the punters pay Let the a** bray make the punters pay Let the a** bray make the punters pay Let the a** bray make the punters pay