Old Jarrow

It rained all day, it rained all night
When Old Jarrow was born
He wore no suit of armour
In a field of blazing corn
Why don’t you track her?
Why don’t you sack her?
Why don’t you financially back her?
One more time around then, baby
Stone cold king in a court of glass
Said he loved Jarrow the best
And watermelon woman
Spat me out with all the rest
Then she told me
She told me so coldly
Somebody made a telephone call
And so they sold me
One more time around then, baby
Make a stand, drink a little wine
And eat if we get a job
Prostrated on the A road
We are asking
For over an hour
We gazed at the tower
I thought it was falling
But it was only a shower
One more time around then, baby
It rained all day, it rained all night
When Old Jarrow was born
He wore no suit of armour
In a field of blazing corn
Why don’t you track her?
Why don’t you sack her?
Why don’t you financially back her?
One more time around then, baby