Come on, Christmas Spam

Cum on feel the noize ... or rather, Come on, christmas spam.
( Slade of course, try here ... http://www.hmvdigital.com/HMV.Digital.WebStore.Portal/Pages/System/AlbumInfo.aspx?ComponentId=4960576
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Spa-am, spa-am, spa-am

There's Bogus emails jamming up the line
and its all so sleazy
and I dont know why
it just makes me cry

Maybe you think that advertisings fine
the content makes you queasy
and I dont know why
its from nine to five

(chorus a)

Come on, Share the sp-am,
Xmas is a just a sc-am
getting wild wild wild
odd ema-ils ( oh no-o )

(chorus b)

fil-ter out the no-ise
junk mail fills the vo-id
they send mass - ive amounts
to ev'ry mail account ( such a j-oy)


they seem to turn up all of the time
and they are never endin'
they made it a crime
but only one guy got a fine

zombie p.c.'s chucking out the slime
well just who would send 'em
and I dont know why
its simply all the time

chorus a
chorus b

So you think they are a waste of time
like a bad chain letter
and I dont know why
its from nine to five

the contents boring a repetitive crime
I'm so sad to tell yer
and I dont know why
there must be a better waste of time

chorus a
chorus b

repeat 3 times ...

Smokin (the big show tune)

Smokin'
( That great show tune type of thing ... )
( Chorus call response bracketed on this one )

I gibbon up breathing
(all that smoke)
I gibbon up dreaming
(that last toke)

oh-ho what the heck
(just a nervous type wreck)
some smokes I must get

I tried therapy
and the weirdest tea
but all I ever get ...
is a pain in my neck


I gibbon up patching
tried weaving and thatching
but it doesnt detract
one tiddly fact
from my tragic addiction

You hear rasping in the day
coughing in dismay
but oh what a hit that I get
when the smoke hits my chest


shadows in my chest
blood thins out I guess
soon I will be leaving...

This planet behind
going out of my mind
that tobacco is teasing

blowing your lungs away
what else can we say
a tarry gunge is building up so they say
perhaps I will quit another day