Any Old Irony? lyrics

Song information

Artist: Skyclad
Album: Folkemon

Lyrics

At the vanguard of a juddering caravan
Hurriedly galloping down a dirt-track
Six furtive figures, crooked as caliban;
Smuggling hope to the land of the claque

Weary, hoarse-riders; irksomely blistered
Spent from a decade a-roving the road
Frigging a jig for our brothers and sisters;
Stark-raving-madrigals by the cartload

Without trepidation I sing in laudation;
Vocal salute to all travelling tinkers
Vagabond nation joined in congregation
United free-thinkers cry from the bryony;

"Any old irony?!"

Chorus:
Come one, come all to our travelling circus;
Cast-off your cares for the painted parade
Whirl down the wynd like dervish-berserkers;
If life hands us lemons; we'll make lemonade

Maybe jay's smashed (?), drumming up passion;
Scarring forever with each brisk tattoo
Bean's in the place so bass is in fashion
Killing us all with his amp set on 2

Watch out for ridley the raucously tiddly
Unplugged he's no dr. jekyll....so hyde!
Desperate-dan-ramsey; deft fingers diddle
Watching the match on a telly stage-side

The cat on the fiddle, miss georgie biddle;
Keeping it reeling with her fugue electric
Stuck in the middle I'll rhyme you a riddle;
Irate and eclectic my cry from the bryony;

"Any old irony?!"

Chorus:
Come one, come all to our travelling circus;
Cast-off your cares for the painted parade
Whirl down the wynd like dervish-berserkers;
If life hands us lemons; we'll make lemonade