The Whistling Monologue Lyrics & Chords By The Kipper Family

You can see the whole of bloomin London The bloomin palace of the bloomin queen You could almost see the squats in Hackney If it wasn't for the office blocks in between. ...read more

The lady sits at her own front door As straight as a willow wand And by there come a lusty smith With his hammer in his hand Crying bide lady bide For there's a nowhere you...read more

After a heady night out on the tiles As the the nightclubs spill onto the street There's vodka and wine and blood in the gutters The drunkards they mutter unsteady on their feet ...read more

Stick Stock, Stone Dead Stick Stock, Stone Dead (Continues in background) My Stepmother slew me My dear Father raped me Little brother whom I love Sits below, I sing above Stick...read more

Little grain in my throat Made of fine silica Splits into a thousand seeds They glow white and whiter My mouth is full of ocean pearls Made of fine silica I’ll give...read more