Albert Hammond Bootleg

Dragging my guitar 'round maternity ward I was in search of the umbilical chord But it was all in vain so I jumped on a train And when I reached my home the kids were on the patio Looking quite upset, so I asked them what was wrong And they said "beware - there's an Albert Hammond bootleg in the house In there, an Albert Hammond bootleg in the house, some man Who introduced himself as Stanley Rous came in And left his Albert Hammond bootleg in the house". Talking to a girl on the south coast of France She was on an 18-30 but I still took a chance But on the last night 'neath the stars of Marseilles She said that Robin Askwith was funny. Oh God, how I longed for a dangerous wave So I could surf myself towards an early grave I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you I hope your plane back home's a DC 10. Oh God, how I longed for a dangerous wave So I could surf myself towards an early grave I would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you I hope your plane back home's a DC 10. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh really. Out of pure curiosity I dug up Logie Baird And I asked him what Petrified Forests see to make them all so scared.