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They’re Doing Tangos Down In The Quangos

Oh dear – I just found my Song Lyric Sunday post scheduled to be published on Monday – but here I am correcting my moment of bamboozlement!

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: DEEP ALBUM CUTS

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My Jim has given us a challenging theme today, well I think so anyway. I asked the internet to help me and I ended up with a list of songs I did not enjoy. So I thought about some of the albums I used to listen to over and over (which I just don’t do nowadays). Some of them contained tracks that were never released as singles, but still ended up being legendary amongst the album enthusiasts. I am guessing that is sort of what a “deep album cut” is?

In my teenage years, I spent most of my pocket money on music albums and tickets to see bands play at venues in Manchester – it was the Britpop era. I remember listening a lot to The Great Escape, an album released by one of the most popular bands of the nineties, Blur.

This song, “Mr Robinson’s Quango”, does get slightly weird. Listening to it now I have to say its not my cup of tea, but my friends and I loved this track when we heard it on their album and I remember Blur performing it live and those massive guitar riffs made it very popular.

Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet

Yeah, he's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring

Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing alright
They're doing tangos down in the quangos
Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock

Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum

He ran into the toilets in the town hall
He got his Biro out and he wrote on the wall
"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on, I'm feeling rather loose"

Ooh, I'm the naughty boy
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy
Said who?

He's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring

Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy (naughty boy)

Written by: Damon Albarn, David Alexander Rowntree, Graham Leslie Coxon, and Alexander Steven James