The sun dain't rise ft. Ant Cook Lyrics

Sweet Betty Boon was a bit of a quitter

Her ma was a judge and her da was a fitter

On the moors she would pause with the coos in the clitter

And on Monday she streaked down the streets in her gritter

Big Billy Jones was the boyfriend of Betty

Since he passed her a note with a warble like Cetti

From a Nepalese cheese made of milk from a yeti

And it tasted as rich as an image from Getty

The sun dain't rise

Boston harbour hides a bostin' prize

Yeah, it's karma, guys

Brahma char, I'm gonna tax your eyes

Mad Jack McVitie wrote a hell of a ditty

Jimmy Savile was the cat who introduced him as 'Kitty'

Though hairy Jack was nitty, his garage-punk was gritty

And his mum beamed at the telly, thinking John was so pretty

Fast Eddie Fingers ripped the fingerboard putty

With a hundred different pedals fired up like a suttee

As Jackie's shoulder sprouted several chips like a butty

Eddie serenaded Betty, poor Billy went nutty

The sun dain't rise

Boston harbour hides a bostin' prize

Yeah, it's karma, guys

Brahma char, I'm gonna tax your eyes