Lyrics
A boy was born to Jack and Marge in 1951
And what is love is love is love
And what is done is done
The baby grew in size and rage beyond his normal years
And when there's blood on every page
The diary ends in tears
I won't forget the strangler, he's a lesson to us all
A knight in shining armour and nearly ten feet tall
I won't forget the strangler, he's the Bournemouth buckaroo
His friends will always weep for him and this I tell you true
I met him up in Finchley, the man from TFA
He drove a blood three-tonner containing LPA
He wore a thousand earrings and a diamond on his tooth
His multi-hued proboscis betrayed a stormy youth
The strangler on his roller skates was over six foot ten
He had a double set of documents in the names of other men
Been on the road or off the road a thousand times since then
I only wish there'd come a chance to do it all again
And I won't forget the strangler and nor will many more
Salute the mighty strangler, hear the mighty strangler roar
I won't forget the strangler, he's as volatile as wind
And if no one's getting loopy, then no one's getting chinned
Later in our saga we come to chapter two
Of Big Pete Rush the strangler, the Bournemouth buckaroo
We hit the road together, the blockheads and their crew
A gram of whizz, a drop of vodka, a can of special brew
From Spain to San Francisco we blazed a funky trail
With occasional disbursements to keep the strangler out of jail
When we got to New York City we had to let him go
'Cause the dramas going on backstage were better than the show
And I won't forget the strangler, at this point we drift apart
He said, "You placed a dagger now right in my strawberry tart"
All bound for death or glory and worth his weight in gold
When the devil made the strangler, he threw away the mould
These are the scars of the life that I lead
The veins are from drink and the nose is from speed
A stanin' off ear which had me well jeered
Do I get cut and do I not bleed?