Hit Parade Lyrics - Beautiful South

No one wrote a song for me 

Just instrumental not too long 

As sure as sure could ever be 

You'd only get the lyrics wrong 

No solo Chet Baker ever played 

lowered me slowly to my grave 

The prose that Keats and Yates would save 

was for King and Queen not knave 

I have no poem that describes my charm 

No story told that's short and sweet 

I have no hymn, I have no psalm 

This song I have it has no beat 

Yes it has no beat 

No tapping of feet 

Yes it has no beat 

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Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues 

Did he play for me to lose? 

Cause just when round midnight falls 

That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's 

Now on that graveyard on that grave 

On that tombstone in the shade 

No poem written, no accolade 

No "We loved you" ever sprayed 

There's just this feeling from that moss 

When epitaph you cannot read 

he must have lived it at budget cost 

So he deserves to be beneath 

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All that William Robinson wrote 

not one of my pluses did he portray 

those lyrics stuck right down my throat 

I never hit 

It never hit 

My hit parade