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Dobba - Vocals
Norbert - Guitar, Drums, Bass |
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Following Dobbas departure from the band in 1992 he found himself somewhat destitute. What little money he had made during his time as one of Loundsley Greens top guitarists he had pissed up the wall during his stint as a layabout good for nothing student.
He was faced with two stark choices. He could return to the band, knowing he’d be welcomed with open arms by the remaining members or he could whore himself on the mean streets of Walton and Grangewood, turning tricks for dirty old men. Not wanting to humiliate himself any further he chose the second option. Thus he became known as the “Early Evening Cowboy” (midnight was way past his bedtime). But what, I hear you say, has this got to do with the song itself? Well most importantly it marked Dobbas return to the band for the first of two guest appearances. His reasons for a return were twofold. First of all after spending 10 years tickling the ball sacks of retired scout masters he realised he had to sort his life out and get a proper job. If that meant lowering himself even further into the gutter and returning to the Fingolstones then so be it. Secondly he had, somehow, found himself a life partner and got married and had to find a permanent place of abode. He had spent time living in Uber fan Paul “Goffy” Goftons shed where he’d sing The Pulling Song in return for leftover Brussel Sprouts from Goffy’s Sunday dinner. However this was never going to work after Goffy caught him smuggling cheese into the shed for late night snacks. Goffy was outraged and chased him off the property shouting “you dirty bastard, how dare you bring that shit to my home, why couldn’t you just do crack like a normal person. I don’t care if you’re the most influential guitarist this side of Grampian Crescent, bugger off” As the money he earned giving rim jobs to tramps was not great he was somewhat limited in where he could lay his hat and one of the few places he could afford was the North Derbyshire slum town of Holmewood. The others being a dog basket at the bottom of Boogas bed and under the Pool table at the Salty Club. Thus Dobba and his new bride moved into their hovel and a new chapter in his life began. It was therefore only natural that Dobba should once again take the mic and show the world what they had been missing for so long. His thunderous vocals fitting perfectly a song about life in his new home town. Dobbas return was, unfortunately, to be short lived and he was to record only one more track before departing for good. This was a shame as this song proved once and for all that he was the only person in the band who could actually sing. 
During his time as a stud for hire it wasn’t only seedy knuckle shuffles with Catholic Priests that funded his cheese habit. He also had a list of “famous” clients who would pay him to be arm candy at events around the world. In this picture we see him with Nottingham Forest footballer Alf-Inge Haland at the Blidworth and Bilsthorpe Working Men’s Club meat raffle, March 3rd 1994.
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I see an LA Lakers jacket
I see some kick upon his feet I see Mr Men and Ice Wash I see him coming down the street He’s going out tonight His jeans are far too tight There’s bad schmutter in me sight I hear him chatting up the ladies I hear him failing all the time I hear he’s got Herpes and Scabies I hear that he has done some time He’s going out tonight He’s getting high as a kite He looks like a bag of shite Hope you don’t see him down the chippy Whilst queuing for your chips and pie He’ll say “what the fuck you looking at” Then he’ll give you a black eye Don’t go out tonight He’s looking for a fight He’s an Holmewood lad alright He’s going out tonight To punch out someone’s lights He’s an Holmewood lad alright |
