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LANCASHIRE HOT POT SWINGERS, THE (Harry Gifford / Fred E Cliffe / George Formby) as recorded by George Formby August 20th 1939 There's a band of syncopators, And they're all first raters, Every night excitement is intense. When the leader waves his baton You want to keep your hat on, It’s like a hurricane when they commence. It’s a real hot rhythm band, It’s the finest in the land, The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. Of instruments they’ve quite a few, A trombone, hambone, wishbone, too, The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. They swing high and low for all they are worth, They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth! At dance halls they make such a din, The floor gives way and the roof falls in On The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. The drummer bangs his drum with pride, You’d think his missus was inside With The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. "My music’s upside down!", one said, So he plays it standing on his head With The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. They swing high and low for all they are worth, They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth! You ought to hear ’em playin' Faust, They play it better when they’re soused, The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. The cornet player no longer blows, So he plays his cornet through his nose With The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. Their crooner, we bought him a wreath, Because he swallowed his false teeth With The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. They swing high and low for all they are worth, They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth! They broadcast once but, holy snakes! We’d three typhoons and four earthquakes Through The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. Their conductor makes a fuss, He swanks ’cause he conducts a bus And The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. One chap’s got no roof to his mouth, You ought to hear him croon down south With The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers. They swing high and low for all they are worth, They ought to take another swing and swing off the earth! They blast and blow and blow and blast, You blast each blast, hope that’s the last Of The Lancashire Hot Pot Swingers! (Transcribed by Peter Akers - March 2017)

    





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