Pikes Party 2008 Song

To the tune of ----"Ilkley Moor Ba Tat" ---- By Ray

Do you remember BuryTown, Bury Town
That big busty bird in the bar
Pointed in our direction
Shapely, to near perfection
We had to hold young Graham down, Graham down
His eyes popped out his head

Since then's been more than thirty years, thirty years
And time has not been kind
No need for consternation
As there a consolation
We've all boobs as big as hers, big as hers
And Bryan's a double-d

Cast your minds to old Dud-lie, old Dud-lie
And count the Michelin stars
Call in Inspector Taggert
Someone's not eat his faggot
And turned his nose up at cow pie, at cow pie
And we're still scratching pork

Who can remember what we eat, what we eat
When we went out that night
Our waitress from Jamaica
Made a profound mistak-e
She offered, "Death by Chocolate, Chocolate"
Oh! we'll have some of that

Then we sailed off to La Belle France, La Belle France
To shop, "au supermarche"
She asked us, "Combien de"
We understood, "rien de"
That couldn't stop our lad's advance, lad's advance
Oh I'll have trois of them

So much we'll have to take as read, take as read
No time for all the detail
Ray learning how to cycle
Jeff? Stilts? Don't take the Michael
And Bob with tights upon his head, on his head
Al floating down the Trent

We've come a long way from BuryTown, Bury Town
And shared some great good times
Sunshine and stormy weather
Family all stick together
Bound by the glue of memory, memory
And that's why we're all Pikes