The Knob Brothers, the very aged rockers, are in the studio discussing their days in the music industry… old novelty records, Joe Meek, groupies, the management style of the Colonel and the size of their knobs.

THEY AINT NOTHING WITHOUT A RULE

“Somebody told you back at school that you were a no one that you were a fool,
well i got news for that sad old tool he aint nothing without a rule,
say the wheels on the bus go round and round and the girls on the back go up and down
my smile aint fake like Tony Blair and the underclass have become aware
that if time is running out then you make some more
cos its easy when your running and you know the score,
say god damn christian catholic wars and who buys what at superstores
which fucked up celeb has taken to drag,no i couldnt give a fuck where you stick ya flag
i aint Speech but i will rhyme his rhyme “its time to play with the earth.”
Yes your crawling on your belly when your living in the past
like doing ten with Ali no you`re never gonna last,
the butcher caught a white dove and then he ate it up,
he gave his kid a budgie but she changed it for a pup
she gave it plenty loving but then the pup grew up
so she put it through a mixer and she fed it to a duck,
i got a shadow in my pocket and a bird in my hand
cos knowledge is power when your sinking in the sand
no im not Inspector Clouseau but i solved the case
as to why were such a fucked up race,
see i been on a ferry with Lee -Scratch- Perry
and the candles in the wind and they aint stop crying
while the mics in my hand and the whole world is dying
as selfish mother fuckers keep on multiplying
its drugs to the ghetto, guns to the gangsters, no one really knows but someone`s supplying.
What did you say, no you cant say that, a cripple in your next life
thats tit for tat, spouting off karma when you dont really know
like living in a warship looking for a tow.
To prophesize and tell the truth,”no dont do that it sounds uncouth,”
like living in the Whitehouse you cant agree, but did you get head from Lewinsky?
its pictures of the Klu Klux in the chest,Isobellas big boy has been hung to death,
its a golden stage a bed of nails a forward thrust through your own entrails
its the part that you get that you dont expect, its a casting couch or your own ship wreck,
like living in the city, two days in the valley,or waking in the morning with a fat girl Sally.