Dobba - Guitar & Vocals
Norbert - Vocals
Booga - Vocals 

Sharon is perhaps the greatest song ever recorded by The Fingolstones Firemen. It follows the successful method of taking a classic song and rewriting it to make it relevant to the boys in the band. It is also the only Fingolstones song that has had people say "actually that’s quite good" when they've heard it, not something that can be said about most of their songs.

This track was the swan song for the band; it was the last song they ever recorded, poignantly with the classic line up of Dobba, Booga and Norbert. It was a fitting end for one of the great undiscovered bands of the mid 80's early 90's.

The inspiration is of course Rod Stewarts classic "Maggie May" and you can listen to the original by playing the video clip below, but please take some time and listen to the Fingolstones version too. The link is at the top of this page.

The theme of the song is the classic "Slapper from Birdholme" one already made famous in "Streets of Birdholme", "Walking through Birdholme" and "Hotel St Augustines". Norberts vocals with harmonies from Booga have never sounded finer and Dobbas guitar work shows a man at the very top of his game. Dobbas lament at the end of the song is enough to send shivers up ones spine.

And so the Fingolstones went their separate ways leaving a lasting legacy of great music and some that was not so great. Multiple styles explored and multiple copy writes breached. Will we ever see their like again ? who knows,   anything is possible in this crazy rock n roll world.

Wake up Sharon there's something that I've got to say to you
I went out for a curry and my trousers they are full of poo
Me mates dragged me down the pub
Then they took me to a club
And I got absolutely rat arsed, out of my brain.
I got off with this dopey tart
She said that I looked real smart
Then she grabbed me hand and she put it up her dress.

I remember when we met for first time in the Golden Fleece
I'd got me ice wash jeans and me barnet it was full of grease
Me mates thought I'd pulled you for a prank
Cos they'd heard that your fanny stank
Oh Sharon I just dint care, I was pissed
So we went back to my flat
Got your baps out and fingered your rat
Pulled me trousers down and I shagged you till I was sore.

All I needed was a bird to take around town with me
But you turned into a lard ass and you're spotty and you're ugly and you smell of wee
Me mates thought you were a real hound
So I started playing around
Oh Sharon they were so right, you're a mess
But you were always good for a shag
Even when you were on the rag
But you bled on my cock and that’s what finally pissed me off.

I suppose I should get up, get ready, drop you off at school
Then go up to Salty, get pissed and have a few games of pool
I guess I should have seen
It couldn't work cos your only 14
And I am 47 and going grey
So I guess I'll pull a couple of slags
Or get a few dirty mags
And stand in front of mirror with me Y fronts round me knees.

Sharon I miss your soapy tit wanks
I guess for that I got to give you my thanks.

How it should sound.