It's Warren Zevon. Great song.
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Following on from Warren Zeavon's Play It All Night Long, here's one of his I can never tire of, Werewolves of London "I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks For to get a big dish of beef chow mein Ah-hooo, werewolves of London, ah-hooo Ah-hooo, werewolves of London, ah-hooo You hear him howling around your kitchen door You better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again Ah-hooo, werewolves of London, ah-hooo Ah-hooo, werewolves of London, ah-hooo, huh He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair You better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, Jim Huh, I'd like to meet his tailor Ah-hooo, werewolves of London, ah-hooo Ah-hooo, werewolves of London, ah-hooo Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doin' the werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney Junior walking with the Queen, uh Doin' the werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinkin' a piña colada at Trader Vic's And his hair was perfect, na Ah-hooo, werewolves of London Heh, draw blood Ah-hooo, werewolves of London" Apparently there really was a place called Lee Ho Fooks! Continuing in the theme of great London songs here's a 1980s Pogues classic you won't often hear on the radio. The Old Main Drag When I first came to London, I was only sixteen With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag I went down to the dilly to check out the scene But I soon ended upon the old main drag There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style And the old man with the money would flash you a smile In the dark of an alley you'd work for a five For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag In the cold winter nights, the old town, it was chill But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills If you didn't have the money, you'd cajole or you'd beg There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag One evening as I was lyin' down in Leicester Square I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls Between the metal doors at Vine Street, I was beaten and mauled And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag In the tube station, the old ones who were on the way out Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout And the coppers would come along and push them about And I wished I could escape from the old main drag And now I'm lyin' here, I've had too much booze I've been spat on and shat on and raped and abused I know that I am dyin' and I wish I could beg For some money to take me from the old main drag |
There is just too many to list, haha! I bet you wouldn't recognize some of the more obscure bands I listen to... I was even surprised when I found them here: https://musiety.com
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