#5 One Big Yes E​.​P.

by Rudebeard

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1.
I didn’t mean what I said When I called you what I did I was drunk And I thought it would be funny I didn’t mean What I said When I called you what I did I was drunk Now I'm sober, and I'm sorry That’s the way that the cookie crumbles, That’s the way the story goes I don’t come with filters, I call a spade a fuckin' shovel That’s the way that the cookie crumbles, hat’s the way the shit winds blow Still, it's better than a smack in the pus and it's better than a boot in the baws I didn’t mean what I said When I sent that text message But when I'm drunk Well I think, I'm really funny I didn’t mean What I said And I was sittin' next to your best friend But I'd had six pints And a bottle eh Bucky I didn’t mean what I said Wish I'd went to my fuckin' bed But I was drunk And someone handed me a doobie I didn’t mean what I said When I cracked that joke I did I was drunk Now I'm sorry, please forgive me.
2.
A little bit of what you want A little bit of what you need You all got a dirty little secret Whatever gets you through the week Is it dwarves in fishnets and pigtails? Is it fat trannys and blow? Baby, I can keep your secret Nobody will ever know Whatever your heart desires…..rack it up, shoot 'em down Rack it up shoot 'em down A little bit of recreation You know you're worth it after all A little white line of a weekend Reward for that bawache and toil A world of seduction awaits you Satisfaction's just a click away….. You can resist everything but temptation And regret it all on Monday… A walk in the Garden of Eden A taste of the forbidden fruit You got 48 hours of freedom before the man got a hold of you So if it's sleazy and nasty Or just sex 'n' drugs 'n' rock 'n' roll Remember I can keep a secret Nobody will ever know…
3.
When I met you I was drinking daily Now its only the six days a week When I met you I was in the gutter Now I'm nearly right back on my feet When I met you I was pretty broken Now I reckon that I'm nearly fixed When I met you I was mostly gurning Now I'm grinning like an idiot And things are getting better, A little bit at a time Things are getting better, So let me see that smile When I met you I was such a jaikbaw Now I'm pure respectable 'n class Used to swig my wine out of the bottle Now I sip that Bucky from a glass When I met you I was really couthy Effing and c-ing all the time Now I'm mostly quoting philosophy And reimagining my paradigm And things are are getting better, A little bit at a time Things are getting better, So let me see that smile Things are getting better, There's sun shining through the clouds Things are getting better, Ever since you’ve been around When I met you I was pretty lonely Now I got pure hunners of new pals Used to lie and stare at the ceiling But now I'm pure looking to the stars Never used to look after ma body But the other day I even ate some fruit Used to hate waking in the morning Now I'd take on the world if I could
4.
We’ve waited so long for this Twenty years and more Your hearts were on your jerseys as the piper marched you out into the fold For a shot at glory Our chances stand or fall We never stopped believing We suffered with you, we kicked every ball Belgrade’s a long way from home From the cities and the towns where you were born Your bravery got just what it deserved And you know that we’ll follow you ever more Go and fight for your flag on the hallowed turf at Hampden Take it with you to Wembley-oh-oh-oh From the Forth to the Clydeside, you shall return a hero You’re in our hearts, you’ll never roam alone. On that November evening, you were the stuff of dreams You fought them hard and well, wae a fire the like we have never seen You’ll be remembered, as those before have been Like King Kenny before you James McFadden, Dave Narey and Jock Stein Belgrade’s a long way from home From the cities and the towns where you were born Your bravery got just what it deserved And you know that we’ll follow you ever more Well you fought for your flag from the plains of old Espana To the mountains of Mexico From the Forth to the Clydeside, you shall return a hero You’re in our hearts, you’ll never roam alone. Belgrade’s a long way from home From the cities and the towns where you were born And your bravery got just what it deserved You know that we’ll follow you ever more So go and fight for your flag on the hallowed turf at Hampden Take it with you to Wembley-oh-oh-oh From the Forth to the Clydeside, you shall return a hero You’re in our hearts, you’ll never roam alone.
5.
We telt ya. Y’wouldnae listen. Did you think that we were only messin’? We telt ya smell the bacon: wake up, Great Britain, the guillotine’s waiting. We had our doubts, yeah. Now we’re certain. Scotland is dawning but for you it’s curtains. We’ll watch you sleepwalk to your grave a senile old Frankenstein drooling in waves. We telt ya get a grip; we’re no wi’ ye oan yer right wing death trip wi’ yer tories and yer racists. You thought that we Jocks didnae ken what our place is. Ha! Well who’s laughing now as you leave Hamlyn town, yer pied piper a mop-topped clown? We telt ya. Y’wouldnae listen. You thought that you're all aff tae true blue heaven. We telt ya if y’ gang doon that path you’ll be deid in a ditch chasing Nigel’s mirage. So long. Farewell. Yer Rule Britannia’s sailing straight to Hell. Cheerio. Smell y’ later. The palace yer planning’s made ootie newspaper. Arrivederci or plain goodbye now we’ve made 58 ootie 45. D’y’ hear that? That’s right: the fat lady’s singing it’s thankyou goodnight. Yeah, who’s laughing now as you leave Hamlyn town, yer pied piper a mop-topped clown? So long. Farewell. Yer Rule Britannia’s sailing straight to Hell. Cheerio. Smell y’ later. The palace yer planning’s made ootie newspaper. Arrividerci or plain goodbye now we’ve made 58 ootie 45. D’y’ hear that? That’s right. Cos frankly we’re aw had enough of yer shite. Thankyou for nothing, Great Britain, goodnight.

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released March 25, 2021

Roderick Drysdale - vocals, headband
Graeme Mearns - lead guitar, vocals, left winger
Gordon Davidson - bass, vocals, sweeper
John Macfarlane - guitar, away goals count double
Ali Hendry - trumpet, vocals, woolly hat
Becky Verdon - saxophone, jumpers for goalposts
Adam Lawson - drums, keepy uppies

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Rudebeard Scotland, UK

Formed at the end of 2018, Rudebeard specialise in energetic, sweaty, sweary, usually loud & occasionally thoughtful ska- punk, fast ska, slow ska, ska that’s not really ska and one attempted Scottish fitba anthem cos why no?

Two years, five EPs & one pandemic later we have accrued a back catalogue larger than you should reasonably expect & we herein present it to you for your aural delectation.
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