Bully for John the Disco Mon

Bully for John?

Saturday night at just turned Seven
The disco arrives in his Seventh Heaven
He's just the best some folk have said
They all seem happy at theWigans Bulls Head

Up comes John don't be dismayed
Not like Jonn Wayne, More Virginia Wade?
He jumps on the stage with an arrogant air
Tosses his head with his silvery hair

He's chosen a song you think rather tricky
He's shouting at Gary and taking the mickey
Pull me a pint he shouts to the Maid
"You'll have to do better than that in this trade"

Some like Country and some Rock and Roll
While people are singing he goes for a stroll
He goes to the Bar and plays the Machine
He looks like the cat thats drunk all the cream

He punches the buttons and curses and swears
He pockets the money and he has no cares
So go home tonight and let it be said
That the best night in Wigan is in the BullsHead

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