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Norbert - Vocals
Eric Bell - Guitar Brian Downey - Drums Phil Lynott - Bass |
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The tune for this up beat rocker should be instantly recognisable to any self respecting music fan. It has been said that if the late great Phil Lynott was still with us he’d be drowning his sorrows in a combination of alcohol and hard drugs after hearing this Fingolstones tune. However as this is is what he did on a regular basis anyway it would be unfair to accuse Norbert of any wrongdoing.
It is of course yet another song about The Charmer, a subject that was beginning to wear pretty thin with even the most hardcore of Fingolstones fans. Uber fan Paul “Goffy” Gofton had this to say in the June 2016 issue of his Fingolstones fanzine “These Charming Men”. “The Fingolstones are starting to bore me now. All the songs are about the same bloody thing, no originality, no creativity. I’m going back to Sly Fox” This scathing criticism inspired Norbert to write a song to address this critique “Writing Songs (Nobody Wants To Hear)”. Whilst Goffy had a point, as Norbert explained in his 2017 interview with Saga Magazine “The Charmer is a metaphorical goldmine when it comes to lyrical inspiration. To stop writing songs about him would be liking asking Black Lace to stop wring songs about depression, drugs, death and addiction”. The song itself is about a typical evening/night for The Charmer of a weekend, drinking and women. It tells a cautionary tale of not trying to pull someone else’s bird especially when said bird has a boyfriend built like a brick shithouse, is called Daz and has “Made in Birdholme” tattooed across his tits. |
As I was going down to
Meet the lads in Salty I came across The Charmer And his barnet it was faulty He said I’ve got some problems And my troubles they are many I can’t decide who to have Bulgie, Kate or Jenny Gitgoba Gaylega Ballarse Girls for the Foxyio Girls for the Foxyio They’re all underageo I said now don’t you worry When it all gets too heavy We’ll go down into the town And sup down lots of bevvy When we’ve finished drinking We’ll all go down the Ackerman You’ll meet another woman And I bet she’ll be a cracker Gitgoba Gaylega Ballarse Ale for the Possieo Ale for the Posseio There’s lager for the ladso Being drunk and merry The Charmer hit the dance floor Pulled a bird called Sharon And my god she was a right whore The Charmer started flirting And moved in for the first kiss Put her hand upon his crotch And said c’mon ger on this Gitboba Gaylega Ballarse He’s on the pullio He’s on the pullio There’s trouble on the wayo Now some men love the faytin Love to do the brawlin The Charmer was knocked to the floor The poor lad he was crawlin For her boyfriend was stood nearby Said his name was Darren Kicked The Charmer in the nads And now the poor lads barren Gitgoba Gaylega Ballarse No kids for the Foxyio No kids for the Foxyio His bollocks are all goneo 
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Daz from Birdholme.
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