Motormouth Birdbrain (Inspired by Askew-zic — Two Planks)

Ray Bradley

art-rock, boogie-woogie, London Rockney

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[Long Intro — 0:00 - 0:35]

[Relaxed boogie-woogie honky-tonk piano starts at a steady 100 BPM]

[Laid-back walking bassline enters at 0:12]

[Dry guitar stabs and slow, clear drum beat lock in at 0:24]

[male vocalist, dry sardonic Cockney voice, heavy London accent]

[spoken]

Oi! Quiet down in the studio... listen to this blabbermouth go on...
[Verse 1]

You stand by the counter, telling pure porkies

Spreading pork pies, telling lies to all of us hawkeys

You try to use your loaf, use your head and your brain

But every word you speak is driving us insane

You claim Charles Darwin wrote Oliver Twist

And said he was a boxer who fought with his fist

You swear Ebenezer Scrooge was a wild ape

And Great Expectations was a movie on tape
[Chorus]

Chirp chirp, squawk squawk, shut your big trap

Shut your mouth, close your gob in your flat cap

Just a loud parrot repeating what you heard

Bragging like a king, but you're just a silly bird

[DROP — sudden silence for laughter]

[spoken]

To put it plain, mate…

[deadpan]

You’re an absolute birdbrain.

[FULL BAND HIT]
[Verse 2]

You heard the news anchor talk about the national bank

And how the country's money just went down the tank

You started up a natter, a long idle chat

Spouting utter codswallop, pure rubbish at that

The news said fiscal policy was getting very tight

So you started shouting with all of your might

You said physical therapy will save all our cash

By rubbing people's ankles to stop a market crash
Then all our pub pint glasses would roll over and fall
[Musical Interval 1 — First Solo — 2:10 - 2:40]
[Verse 3]

Then you tried to talk science like a clever geezer

Acting like a smart guy, a proper big teaser

You sound like a muppet, a complete silly fool

Who dropped right out of primary school

You said Albert Einstein’s space theory was a lie

Because gravity is just water falling from the sky

You said if the Earth was round like a ball

Then all our pub pint glasses would roll over and fall
[Bridge]

[Music drops to a slow, deliberate bass and piano beat]

Your tongue runs faster than a dog in the park

A non-stop motormouth barking in the dark

You talk and you talk till your face turns red

With not a single working brain cell inside your head
[Chorus]

Chirp chirp, squawk squawk, shut your big trap

Shut your mouth, close your gob in your flat cap

Just a loud parrot repeating what you heard

Bragging like a king, but you're just a silly bird

[DROP — sudden silence for laughter]

[spoken]

To put it plain, mate…

[deadpan]

You’re an absolute birdbrain.

[FULL BAND HIT]
[Musical Interval 2 — Second Solo — 4:00 - 4:30]

[Clean, slow blues-rock guitar solo by Leroy Lamar trading simple melodic phrases with Nick Ace's bass]
[Outro — 4:30 - 5:10]

[Relaxed studio band groove with dry percussion]

[female vocalist backing harmonies repeat softly]

Chirp chirp, squawk squawk... absolute birdbrain!

[Band slows down to a final clear piano chord]

[male vocalist, dry sardonic Cockney voice]

[spoken]

Give it a rest, pal. Put a sock in it—shut your mouth!

[Final piano chord drop and single drum hit]

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[Long Intro — 0:00 - 0:35] [Relaxed boogie-woogie honky-tonk piano starts at a steady 100 BPM] [Laid-back walking bassline enters at 0:12] [Dry guitar stabs and slow, clear drum beat lock in at 0:24] [male vocalist, dry sardonic Cockney voice, heavy London accent] [spoken] Oi! Quiet down in the studio... listen to this blabbermouth go on... [Verse 1] You stand by the counter, telling pure porkies Spreading pork pies, telling lies to all of us hawkeys You try to use your loaf, use your head and your brain But every word you speak is driving us insane You claim Charles Darwin wrote Oliver Twist And said he was a boxer who fought with his fist You swear Ebenezer Scrooge was a wild ape And Great Expectations was a movie on tape [Chorus] Chirp chirp, squawk squawk, shut your big trap Shut your mouth, close your gob in your flat cap Just a loud parrot repeating what you heard Bragging like a king, but you're just a silly bird [DROP — sudden silence for laughter] [spoken] To put it plain, mate… [deadpan] You’re an absolute birdbrain. [FULL BAND HIT] [Verse 2] You heard the news anchor talk about the national bank And how the country's money just went down the tank You started up a natter, a long idle chat Spouting utter codswallop, pure rubbish at that The news said fiscal policy was getting very tight So you started shouting with all of your might You said physical therapy will save all our cash By rubbing people's ankles to stop a market crash Then all our pub pint glasses would roll over and fall [Musical Interval 1 — First Solo — 2:10 - 2:40] [Verse 3] Then you tried to talk science like a clever geezer Acting like a smart guy, a proper big teaser You sound like a muppet, a complete silly fool Who dropped right out of primary school You said Albert Einstein’s space theory was a lie Because gravity is just water falling from the sky You said if the Earth was round like a ball Then all our pub pint glasses would roll over and fall [Bridge] [Music drops to a slow, deliberate bass and piano beat] Your tongue runs faster than a dog in the park A non-stop motormouth barking in the dark You talk and you talk till your face turns red With not a single working brain cell inside your head [Chorus] Chirp chirp, squawk squawk, shut your big trap Shut your mouth, close your gob in your flat cap Just a loud parrot repeating what you heard Bragging like a king, but you're just a silly bird [DROP — sudden silence for laughter] [spoken] To put it plain, mate… [deadpan] You’re an absolute birdbrain. [FULL BAND HIT] [Musical Interval 2 — Second Solo — 4:00 - 4:30] [Clean, slow blues-rock guitar solo by Leroy Lamar trading simple melodic phrases with Nick Ace's bass] [Outro — 4:30 - 5:10] [Relaxed studio band groove with dry percussion] [female vocalist backing harmonies repeat softly] Chirp chirp, squawk squawk... absolute birdbrain! Chirp chirp, squawk squawk... absolute birdbrain! [Band slows down to a final clear piano chord] [male vocalist, dry sardonic Cockney voice] [spoken] Give it a rest, pal. Put a sock in it—shut your mouth! [Final piano chord drop and single drum hit]

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