Steve Borrill, bass guitar
Martin Cockerham, guitars & vocals
Julian Cusack, piano & violin
Barbara Gaskin, vocals
Dave Mattacks, drums
The Duke of Beaufoot is not at home today.
He's very tired he thought he'd go away.
You wait for him, your eyes are on the door,
you know no other way.
The Duke of Beaufoot is very kind to cats.
Keeps them in his cellar to help him catch his rats.
He's very noble and his lineage is pure
but you, you're a whore.
The Duke of Splendour just wasn't much amused
and now you knew you'd been abused.
If you'd had help you might have buggered up his fuse
but alone you're too confused.
"He picked me up
I was on the street.
He made it clear he would use me.
My parents died, I was three years old,
I had to make a living.
Close your eyes...
Close your eyes...
In a lot of ways
I am close to him,
though he may seem to ignore it.
I'm sure he cares, at least I think he does.
It's just he's very busy.
Close your eyes...
Close your eyes...
Here's today, says the telegraph
It's the world, it's the world
Gone away on a phonograph
Riding high, riding high
There's a way says the cenotaph
You will find, you will find
Gone in search of an epitaph
Running wild, running wild"
You saw them coming forward
asking you to be kind.
You couldn't face their council,
they were men full of greed.
In your position nothing's sacred
you have only the wine.
"You stand alone
but not alone in your loneliness,
and yet there must be more
I can't believe that all has been in vain."
If there is it's be sure of friendship
as the hours grow long.
Rest assured that this phase is passing,
give yourself a chance.
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