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Whiskers in the Jar (Tub Jackson 2009)
As Pete was slowly biking, the Roan and Benty
mountains
He looked down into Copshaw at the famous mid square
fountain
He saw there stood Tub Hedley, a saltire he was flying
I love Copshaw Holm boys was the chant that he was
crying
There’s a sod, tequila, toblerone
Here comes Pete Jackson – o
With that moustache – e – o
There’s
whiskers in the jar o
So he rode into Copshaw, and this got oor Pete
thinking
The people love the Tub here and the Tub he loves his
drinking
This could be my big break, to make it on the telly
So he knocked back his gin and tonic and he drank it
from his welly
There’s a sod, tequila, toblerone
Here comes Pete Jackson – o
With that moustache – e – o
There’s
whiskers in the jar o
Back home at the Roan farm, oor Pete had a brainwave
If the folks frae Copshaw vote for me then my
moustache I will shave
Pete got fair excited, he called for his wife Linda
But his voice was so darn high he nearly shattered
every winda
There’s a sod, tequila, toblerone
He loves his Galloways
On Independence Day
There’s
whiskers in the jar o
The Common Ridings now here, a funnier Tub you’ll no
meet
He’ll have to swap his tractor for a bike to ride down
the street
Don’t drink too much cider, or you might come a
cropper
I’ve heard you’ve plenty thrust left in your massive
yellow chopper
There’s a sod, tequila, toblerone
Here comes Tub Jackson – o
Shave that moustache – e – o
There’s
whiskers in the jar o
Lyrics
by Ian & Lesley Nichol sung by Ian Nichol. ©
Select link to listen to songs 2010 Tub Adamson
2009 Tub Jackson
2008 Tub Philip B Hedley
2007
Tub Jarvis Pearson
2006 Tub Butch Elliot
2005 Tub Cuthbert III
Lyrics by I&L Nichol, 2007 ©
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