Spirit of the West - Let the Ass BrayLyrics

We were gathered on a Thursday To see the two out of five Pitch your newly pressed pop record And the room was well inside Until the faithful 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 I 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 range on center stage Now sleep's not all your losing I wanted to hate you That was my first choice I wanted to hate you Until 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 ass bray Make the punters pay Let the ass bray Make the punters pay Let the ass bray Make the punters pay Let the ass bray Make the punters pay