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The Queen's Head
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The Queen's Head was released on October 11, 2019 by Weird World as a part of the album 2020
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Album2020
Release DateOctober 11, 2019
LabelWeird World
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Dawson
Richard Dawson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Dawson
Richard Dawson
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Grant
Sam Grant
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We're hurrying home from Sheffield
Having received a phone call
From our tearful nephew
Whom we had left in charge
[Verse 2]
It's happened again, the pub's flooded again
Humber burst it's banks this morning
[Verse 3]
We'd been over to see our mama
Who's in the lay it down stages of dementia
She didn't understand that we had to go
The whole box of Maltese's got sent rollin' all over the floor
[Verse 4]
How little we are, clung to the river's edge
Come hell or high water, how little we are
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
[Verse 5]
We park up by the derelict primary school
Tie Bags for Life around our ankles
And wade across the playing field
Through the council estate, to the market square
[Verse 6]
The whole town's come out to stand dumbly about
Staring at the filthy water
[Verse 7]
The guy from the vape-shop ferrying his chocolate Labs
Waves to us cheerily from a leaky kayak
I've lost everything, apart from what counts
Pointing to his dogs and then at his heart
[Verse 8]
How little we are, clung to the river's edge
Come hell or high water, how little we are
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
[Verse 9]
There's a crowd gathered round the fat-headed butcher
Who's back on his soapbox again
Bemoanin' the lack of adequate flood defenses
Somehow putting it down to an in surge
Of benefits scrounging immigrants
While handing out packs of sausages
Black puddings, ham and haggises
[Verse 10]
Avoiding making eye contact, we hurry past the baying throng
Our beer garden lies in disarray
Tangled chair legs and drowned umbrellas
[Verse 11]
Crossing the threshold we are overwhelmed
To find our neighbors whom we've never actually smoke to
Working frantically to save our pub
Lifting the tables clear and sweeping away the liquid mud
[Verse 12]
How little we are, clung to the river's edge
Come hell or high water, how little we are
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
[Verse 13]
How little we are in the mouth of the world
Come hell or high water, how little we are
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Written by: Richard Dawson
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