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Bernard de Silva
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« on: January 19, 2012, 07:05:16 PM » |
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The Old Blokes Ragtime Band.
The weirdest mob, of players…and of groups, I’ve seen a few,
a mob of reprobates, rogues and ratbags, a really motley crew.
Old and rough and ragged, but if you’ve got a shindig planned,
if you want rhythm, just go hire, The Old Blokes Ragtime Band.
There’s Bluey, on the liquorice stick and Wokka beats the skins,
Tommo plays loud the acoustic axe, to cover a multitude of sins.
A whiskered veteran, called Bevan, plucks on that old slap bass,
Willie wails a wicked sax, while Pete, the piano man keeps pace.
There’s balding, bandy Barry, who blows such a mean trombone,
here’s Clarrie the crooner and Irish Pat...sharing the microphone.
Nary a one, below pension age, but most beats, they understand,
just name it those lads will ‘slay’ it, The Old Blokes Ragtime Band.
ã. Copyright: Bernard de Silva. 10/1/2012...
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