Album Name

Painting It Red

Artist

Beautiful South

Genre

POP

Release Date

2000.10.22

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Hit Parade - Beautiful South
No one wrote a song for me
Just instrumental not too long
As sure as sure could ever be
You'd only get the lyrics wrong
No solo Chet Baker ever played
lowered me slowly to my grave
The prose that Keats and
Yates would save
was for King and Queen not knave
I have no poem that
describes my charm
No story told that's
short and sweet
I have no hymn I have no psalm
This song I have it has no beat
Yes it has no beat
No tapping of feet
Yes it has no beat
Yes it has no beat
Miles Davis played the
black 'n' blues
Did he play for me to lose
Cause just when round
midnight falls
That tune's not his
it's Kenny Ball's
I have no poem that
describes my charm
No story told that's
short and sweet
I have no hymn I have no psalm
This song I have it has no beat
Yes it has no beat
Yes it has no beat
No tapping of feet
Yes it has no beat
Now on that graveyard
on that grave
On that tombstone in the shade
No poem written no accolade
No We loved you ever sprayed
There's just this feeling from
that moss
When epitaph you cannot read
he must have lived it at
budget cost
So he deserves to be beneath
I have no poem that
describes my charm
No story told that's
short and sweet
I have no hymn I have no psalm
This song I have it has no beat
Yes it has no beat
Yes it has no beat
No tapping of feet
Yes it has no beat
All that William Robinson wrote
Not one of my pluses
did he portray
those lyrics stuck
right down my throat
I never hit
It never hit
My hit parade My hit parade
My hit parade