Lyrics for singles by Tom Robinson

Lyrics typed by Tom himself. http://www.bolchini.com/mow/tr/lyrics/all.html 1967 (So Long Ago)
Sing If You're Glad To Be Gay
Glad To Be Gay (1993 version)



1967 (So Long Ago)

Fighting with the kids on the fairground
Caravans and TV masts
Generating trucks and Alsatians
I never seen you run so fast
Picking through the litter left afterwards
For .22 shells in the grass
Found a pound note and a keyring
Martin, it's funny them days are past

Saturday flicks at the fleapit
When we had the money to go
Always on the side of the outlaws
And staying for the second show
Bonfires down at the bombsite
And watching the embers glow
Candles and cake in the dugout
Martin, it seems so long ago

1967... it seems so long ago
We were only eleven
It seems so long ago

Day return to Southend Central
Nanny's little treat on the train
Every year we sat on her blanket
And every year it started to rain
Eating apples off the allotments
And swapping cigarette cards
Lending Fat Freddy's train set
And treading on his restaurant car

1967... it seems so long ago
We were only eleven
It seems so long ago

Now I don't wanna give up football
And I don't wanna settle down
Maybe there's life after 25
But I don't feel like sticking around
I don't wanna work in a garage
I don't want my dreams to fold
Never want to have to stop laughing
Martin I'm terrified... of getting old

1967... seems so long ago
1967... it seems so long ago




Sing If You're Glad To Be Gay

The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at all
Lining the customers up by the wall
Picking out people and knocking them down
Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground
Searching their houses and calling them queer
I don't believe that sort of thing happens here

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

Pictures of naked young women are fun
In Titbits and Playboy, page three of The Sun
There's no nudes in Gay News our last magazine
But they still find excuses to call it obscene
Read how disgusting we are in the press
The News of The World and the Sunday Express
Molesters of children, corruptors of youth
It's there in the paper, it must be the truth

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Don't try to kid us that if you're discreet
You're perfectly safe as you walk down the street
You don't have to mince or make bitchy remarks
To get beaten unconscious and left in the dark
I had a friend who was gentle and short
Got lonely one evening and went for a walk
Queerbashers caught him and kicked in his teeth
He was only hospitalised for a week

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So sit back and watch as they close all our clubs
Arrest us for meeting and raid all our pubs
Make sure your boyfriend's at least 21
So only your friends and your brothers get done
Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks
Put down the queens and tell anti-queer jokes
Gay Lib's ridiculous, join their laughter
"The buggers are legal now, what more are they after ?"

[chorus]




Glad To Be Gay (1993 version)

The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
'Bout them spending three million to bust up a ring
Of consenting Leather Men doing their thing
It might have been private, where no-one complained
But the judge put an end to their S&M games
He sentenced the members to four or five years
I can't believe that sort of thing... happened here

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

The Liars of Wapping are really the pits
They pack them with trivia, bingo and tits
With racialist murders on council estates
You get Fergie and phone-in Dianagate tapes
With Clause 28 they all twisted the knife
They hounded Boy George to an inch of his life
If it's "Poofs in the Pulpit" or "Lesbian Scum"
If it's filth and it's fiction it's... there in the Sun

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And now there's a nightmare they blame on the gays
That's brutal and lethal and slowly invades
The figures have risen, the bigotry grown
While people are dying despised and alone
Attacked by the Vatican, bashed by The Bill
With cheap politicians all making a kill
The message is simple and obvious, please -
Just lay off the patients and let's fight the disease

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