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Well it’s Saturday at Otley Our first afternoon I peeked too early! Weren’t you lot in that marquee? I was till 3 And I’m feeling quit epoorly And I didn’t behave Now I’ve got one foot in the grave But if you still feel ropey If you are reeling Like dominos falling This next act Will cure you (Beer helps too of course) They are storming a gale-force And joggin us jigging Right into reality Setting feet tapping And hearts free You, any minute Will be rolling in it And If you find yourself happy Hopefully even joyful Carried away And able to say Hey, they’re really OK And life’s OK Suddenly everything’s OK Then you’ve…. Got One Foot In The Groove Its been a long late weekend I’ve got one foot in the grave Someone told me “Its all self-inflicted” That’s not true It’s what’s expected This is a festival You have to overindulge It’s traditional But just as we flag Back to the tent drag There’s been an announcement Drastically effecting Otley We are going to have to celebrate An old law has been relealed Since 1531 This whole region Has been under a bylaw Banning wild movement And raucous behaviour Namely Stomping, hand clapping Arm waving, cheering Whooping Wand, wait for it, Dancing So we with our next act (Who helped repeal the act) (With their instruments of torture) Will be celebrating Celebrating our good fortune We’re gonna reel / roll And dance a jig Get cheering Get stomping Move it big Our freedom to prove With One Foot In The Groove |
