Rubble Mafia

Sanoitukset

[VERSE 1] Down Old Church Lane where the nettles grew tall ruts in the road near swallowed us all rain came down and the mud held fast boots went in and the wheels stuck fast Old folk muttered, “been like this years” drivers came through with a mouthful o’ fears then one mornin’, bold as brass somebody said, “right — we’ll sort this at last” [VERSE 2] Up came the lads with a barrow an’ grin hi-vis on and the gravel tipped in no council notice, no grand display just shovel, stone and a long old day Kettle went on by the garden wall one filled the holes while another yelled, “more!” no one asked who gave the word by dusk that lane looked quite absurd— [BUILD] Absurdly good! Properly flat! Who in the devil managed that? [CHORUS] Oh, the Rubble Mafia! Rubble Mafia! stone in the hole and stamp it down Rubble Mafia! Rubble Mafia! best little road for miles around Hand by hand load by load they put some backbone in the road And everybody said— “well look at that!” [INSTRUMENTAL — STOMP, CLAP, FIDDLE] [VERSE 3] The tall lady rolls her trolley straight young Tom pedals through the gate postman comes and he don’t curse which round ’ere means things could be worse No great puddle by the bend no wheel disappearing at the far lane end blackbird hopping where the mire once lay like he’d been waiting for the very day [CALL AND RESPONSE] [LEADER:] Who filled the ruts? [CROWD:] The Rubble Mafia! [LEADER:] Who brought the stone? [CROWD:] The Rubble Mafia! [LEADER:] Who brewed the tea? [CROWD:] The Rubble Mafia! [LEADER:] Who sorted Old Church Lane? [ALL:] THE RUBBLE MAFIA! [INSTRUMENTAL — FIDDLE BREAK, BOOTS ON WOOD] [VERSE 4] From Stdráwd town to Selsley Hill folk still mend things with a stubborn will no ribbon cut and no mayor came down no photographer hanging around Just gravel packed where the rain ran through a job that needed doin’, so they went and did it too and if somebody asks who saved the day— you’ll hear the answer halfway down the lane [FINAL CHORUS] Oh, the Rubble Mafia! Rubble Mafia! stone in the hole and stamp it down Rubble Mafia! Rubble Mafia! best little road for miles around Hand by hand load by load they put some backbone in the road And everybody said— “well look at that!” [OUTRO — CROWD, GETTING LOUDER] Rubble Mafia! Rubble Mafia! “Who done the road?” Rubble Mafia! “Who done the road?” Rubble Mafia! Stone by stone load by load Rubble Mafia! [FINAL SHOUT] WELL LOOK AT THAT!