January Git - Gilbert O'Sullivan

I still believe in Sunday as being a day of rest

And maybe it’s because I’m an Irishman

That I like Dublin best

Still whose who are you to tell me I’m alright Fred

But don’t let that worry your son

For when he grows up and gets blown out of here

Have yourself A-tomic bomb

Now introducing Maisie (Maisie) and on my right Will be

Both of whom are here now represented by

Our good friend U.V.I.P

Whose mundane conjectural I’d recommend

Only if you like rocking jazz

Intermingled with an ounce of U double K

Full of eastern Raj Matazz

Close your eyes and the door don’t forge-t

If you do I take it you know what to expect

Still whose who are you to tell me I’m alright

Fred but don’t let that worry your son

For when he grows up and gets blown out of here

Have yourself a (really)

Tour-de-force-a (yearly)

Non-de-plume A-tomic bomb

Feeling tired one degree under Oh —

What you need is picking up so off you go

(Get picked up you know)

Whose mundane conjectural I’d recommend

Only if you like rocking jazz

Intermingled with an ounce of U double K

Full of Eastern (promise)

Without a doubting (Thomas)

Polynesian Raj Matazz