Any Old Irony?

歌詞

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?" 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?" 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