Down for the Outing

Slowly down, slowly down river
The one they sold you down
Where all your timbers shiver
Hold you down
And as you're flailing
Yes as you drown
They say, "Ah look he's waving"

Ah, how can ya teach that she was saved
Fools of Brittania raped by all the slaves
Raped by all the slaves

Ho sorry Dad
Sorry for the good times that I had
Ho and they make me look so bad
Sorry mum
I'm sorry for the good things that I've done
It gave you hope when there was none

No how can ya
Teach that she was saved
Thus, До Свидания tell me I can live
Bicarb on a sieve
My baby coming with me now

For the outing
To the prison of my mind
No three score ten wreck
I won't be blind
I won't be blindly led
No lion by a donkey no

Oh, how can ya
Teach that she was saved
Thus, До Свидания tell me I can live
Bicarb on a sieve
My baby's coming with me now

Down for the outing
To the prison of my mind
No pretty ribbons a wild beast will bind
No pretty rhythms to ease a troubled mind
There's many troubled minds
Many troubled minds round here
And Leicester