Send me back upstairs,
Send me back upstairs,
If I’m eaten by a lion or I leave on the iron,
Send me back upstairs.
When I recline one final time,
And finally bugger off,
Just have a fine old time but,
Cover me up with a tablecloth and
Send me back upstairs,
Send me back upstairs,
If I get run down or I’m stabbed by a clown,
Send me back upstairs.
Later on, when I’m gone,
You may well think of me,
Don’t be blue, say “toodleoo”,
And be glad it’s me instead of you and
Send me back upstairs,
Send me back upstairs,
If I don’t fix the brakes or I eat too many cakes,
Send me back upstairs.
Oh send me, send me, send me back,
Send me, send me, send me back,
Send me, send me, send me back,
Send me back upstairs.
If I come back you’ll be surprised,
But not half as much as me,
Don’t be distressed, you know what’s best,
Just put me in a parcel, you know the address and
Send me back upstairs,
Send me back upstairs,
If I smoke in bed or I fall off the shed,
Send me back upstairs.
Send me back upstairs,
Send me back upstairs,
If it’s fingers in the sockets or I’m hit by a rocket,
Send me back upstairs.
From time immemorial these musicians have stood at the gateway of nonsense begging peanuts. Spending most of their time
trapped in force fields and vortices, occasionally they are released to stalk the streets of Leeds. On such occasions you might hear the plaintive cry of Sam’s tuba, the mournful crow of Dean’s ukulele, the excited jazzy croaking of Bob’s piano or the purr of Matty’s drums....more
