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Rock, folk, folk-rock, country. Political. Fun!
NUMBER 1 ON NEIL YOUNG'S WEB CHART WITH "TAKE YOUR WAR AND STICK IT UP YOUR ARSE" To all those who have been voting/listening - a great big thank you. We are hoping to use this to launch a publicity campaign in the UK media. Let's also not forget that, more important than songs going up charts, we can get this war ended as soon as possible. Sollox and The Spooners have been making music for a long time, but the exposure that the www can give them has inspired them to new efforts. The band are . . . Billy Sollox - vocals, writer, arranger. “Guitar” Gill Bates Snr Acoustic six-string, 12-string and electric guitars, backing vocals Chuck Babbage - Keyboards, piano, percussion, backing vocals Dick Mell - Keyboards, Guitars, Saxophone Job Stevens - Drums, percussion & backing vocals Lee Bernerstim - Bass, backing vocals Little Gilly Bates - Electric guitars Sunil “Sunny” Lavrot - Piano, keyboards Suze Konrad - Backing Vocals, percussion
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
Peak #1,484
Peak in subgenre #301
Author
Billy Sollox
Rights
2007
Uploaded
February 28, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:41
Story behind the song
Playground bullies usually get found out in the end. There's always a faster gun somewhere down the trail.
Lyrics
Playground Bully Sammy was a young boy, real big for his age Hung out with Donny and Anthony, the whole school was their stage Sammy was a bully he would never learn His teacher said one day he’d pay, the tables would be turned CHORUS: Playground Bully – throwing your weight around Playground Bully – whose the next kid that you’ll pound? Playground Bully – you reap just what you sow Playground Bully – Oh don’t you know? One day some kids ganged up on Sam and knocked him to the ground Other kids came right along, kicked Sam while he was down Sammy was confused, couldn’t begin to understand Thought they’d acted low and mean and underhand Sammy called Donny and his buddy Anthony Stood shoulder-to-shoulder, like a fantasy We’re gonna make you sit up and beg Beat the opposition like a Schwarzenegge BRIDGE: I hit them for their own good, can’t they see? The world would be a better place if they were all like me. The moral of this story is “You reap just what you sow” The wider implications reach all around the globe Now Sammy looks for trouble, all day, high and low See’s it all around him, even in the shadow There is no place for a fight that he won’t go Thinks it makes him look real good to lay others low.
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