Intro - January git

Ladies and Gentlemen
Allow me to present myself to you
On this my first L.P. debut

I still believe in Sunday as being a day of rest
And maybe it's because I'm an Irishman
That I like Dublin best
Still whose who are you to tell me I'm alright Fred
But don't let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself A-tomic bomb

Now introducing Maisie (Maisie) and on my right Will be
Both of whom are here now represented by
Our good friend U.V.I.P.
Whose mundane conjectural I'd recommend
Only if you like rocking jazz
Intermingled with an ounce of U double K
Full of eastern Raj Matazz

Close your eyes and the door don't forget
If you do I take it you know what to expect

Still whose who are you to tell me I'm alright
Fred but don't let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself a (really)
Tour-de-force (yearly)
Non-de-plume A-tomic bomb

Feeling tired one degree under oh
What you need is picking up so off you go
(Get picked up you know)

Whose mundane conjectural I'd recommend
Only if you like rocking jazz
Intermingled with an ounce of U double K
Full of Eastern (promise)
Without a doubting (Thomas)
Polynesian Raj Matazz