The Clockwork Orange Songtext
von Blaster Bates

I know we had another bugger ring me up on a Saturday morning
"Will you come and blow a house up for me?"
Yes, not an unusual request

Said, "Where is it?"
Said, "It′s the one I'm sitting in"

Well, I′ve got a bloody nutcase

I said, "I shall have to have a look at it first"
'Cause I usually go and write the buggers off, you see
"Come tomorrow for your tea"
Like tomorrow being Sunday
I thought, "He is a nutcase"
Who'd have me for tea on a Sunday?
So I said to the missus, "Don′t open the
Other tin of beans, I′ve been invited out"

So I went up on the Sunday, I thought, "I better
Go early in case they're missing something"
I went about half past four and he told me where it was


So I went ′round, around the back
Stopped me motor, knocked on the back door
A nice young fella come to the back door
I said, "Are you the young man that rang me up yesterday?"
He said, "Yes"
I said, "What's to do, lad?"
He said, "This is it"

I said, "What do you mean?"
He said, "Well," he said, "I′m gonna get married"
And he went all over Twitter that he got a
License to practice and couldn't wait, you know

I said, "Well, what are you gonna live in?"
He said, "I′m gonna have me furniture put into storage, you see"
He said, "I want you to blow this up then I can have
A bungalow built on the site of the house, you see"

So I thought, "Ooh, well"

I went about eleven o'clock on the Thursday morning
When I got there, there was about forty cars parked up
And down the road, they were all over the bloody place
I thought, "By God, he's got some friends, this one"
Or he uses a lot of chlorophyll, you know


I go ′round the back and who should
I meet ′round the back but Bob Walker
Whithenshaw, the demolition bloke, and he'd got a
Track shovel there and a couple or three lorries
He said, "What d′you reckon about it, blaster?"
I said, "Well," I said, "Well, there's a damn big cellar underneath
It, it′s gonna drop in its own hole, after a manner of speaking"

And we were discussing this, as is our wont

And then this bloody thing approached
You know, the tight check trousers, the
Flowered waistcoat and the hanky up the sleeve
And the camera dangling on the end of a bloody string
And it pounced up like this
"I don't think you′ll knock it down all at one go, so there!"

Oh yes, queer as a bloody clockwork orange
And I hadn't seen one at close range
But I do believe that Bobby's had had a bit of a job with two of ′em
Ah, he′d arrested two, he belted one with his staff
He said, "Never catch you, mate," I said
"I'll shove this staff straight up his—"
And a voice says, "Cooee him in the dustbin"

We didn′t know quite what to make of it

It went about and snapped a few more, you see

So, this house, I'll tell you, a big square house
But the shithouse was built on the side as an added extra
So Bob Walker said to me, he said, "Hey, can you
Knock the house down, leave the shithouse standing?"
I said, "You′re making it difficult for me, Robert"

I had to go into the inside walls of the house and just
Take the explosives out where the closet was, you see
I said, "Get 'em out the way"
So they moved off up the road and this one went up a tree

With his telephoto lens, sitting on a thin twig and...
The bloody house fell down alright and left the
Shithouse standing up like a Punch and Judy box
And this, the dust, it seeped away
Then he started coming back and by God, it was back
And he come up to me and Bob, he said, "There you are, I told
You so, you didn′t knock it all down at one go, did you?" you see
Bob walks in half a minute, "Jacky do that for a bloody encore"

The crafty old bugger, yeah, he got it all wired up

But, um...