Punch & Judy

I am currently using up what’s left of my annual leave, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to decorate Sam’s bedroom. Ok Jo suggested it. Alright, she told me that’s what I would be doing! Anyway, I like to play music while I’m decorating (REALLY LOUD), so I was looking for something to play I came across The Thieving Magpie – Marillion Live.

It’s been a while since I last listened to some Marillion, but I have to say that Derek Dick AKA Fish is one the best word-smiths I have ever come across. His word play is exquisite and his subject matter unusual. Check out anything from “Script for A Jesters Tear”, especially the title track – a song about unrequited love. My particular favourite at the moment is Punch & Judy, a song about the mundane existence that a lot of people fall into, and I must admit struck a chord as I listened to it.

Punch
Punch and judy
Punch and judy
Punch and judy

Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen
Punch and judy, judy
Found our nest, in the daily express
Met the vicar in a holy vest
Punch and judy
Punch and judy

Brought up the children church of e
Now I vegetate with a colour tv
Worst ever thing that ever happened to me
Oh, for d.i.v.o.r.c.e.
Oh judy

Whatever happened to pillow fights
Whatever happened to jeans so tight, friday nights
Whatever happened to lovers lane
Whatever happened to passion games
Sunday walks in the pouring rain

Punch
Punch
Punch and judy
Punch and judy
Punch and judy
Punch
Punch
Punch and judy
Punch and judy
Punch and judy

Curling tongs, mogadons, I got a headache baby, dont take so long
Single beds, middle age dread
Losing the war in the waistlands spread

Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube
Who forgot to flush the loo
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Dont walk across my polished floor, oh judy

Whatever happened to morning smiles
Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes
Whatever happened to hard fast drives
Complements on unnatural size

Punch
Punch
Punch and judy
Punch and judy
Punch and judy
Punch
Punch
Punch and judy
Punch and judy
Punch and judy

Propping up a bar, family car
Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk
Punch and judy, judy
World war three, suburbanshee
Just slip her these pills and Ill be free.

No more judy
Judy, judy no more!
Goodbye judy!

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