Lyric sheets: Portrait of the Pilgrims
This weekend, Heavy Metal fans will form an orderly queue at Donington to see Ozzy Osborne and a reformed Kiss get on the good foot...
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A Queequeg clone from Stoke-on-Trent
In rigger boots and forage cap
With tattoos fit to grace a chap
More used to knocking buildings down
Than minnying round in Camden Town
His favoured drinks were Jack or Jim
He carried bottles round with him
His mole, who swigged Mad Dog 'n' Vod
Considered Ozzy Osborne God
Their tastes converging thereupon
They came to Castle Donington
And there among the sea of cans
With hordes of Heavy Metal fans
They soaked themselves in sturm und drang
And worshipped at the Church of Kerrang
While underneath his weekend gear
There lurked a civil engineer
Whose girlfriend also kept it dark
About her job as BT clerk
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