Lyrics

Pollystiffs

Appears on:
 Pollystiffs
 Warts 'N' All

Marc Riley - Guitar, Organ, Vocals
Pete Keogh - Bass
Paul Fletcher - Guitar
Eddie Fenn - Drums

Recorded and mixed 7 and 8 March 1984

She talks with her hands all over the place
She's on a blind date with wot's his face
She likes Lou Reed she's got transformer
She was a punk she saw the stranglers

But now she's into biffs, flowers and quiffs
She hangs around with some pollystiffs, papapa pollystiffs

She's up on dada she wears black lace
She once said sugar to her father's face
She painted a mural on a community centre
she wears a string vest her father lent her

But now she's into biffs, flowers and quiffs
She hangs around with some pollystiffs, papapa pollystiffs

A pollystiff, by definition is talentless, academic and has a distinct lack of wit
There are more than we care for
Tell it like it is scumbag

She once hit out at the seal cull
They murdered a pup in front of a bull
A wicked thing, a crack on the skull
Sat in her wardrobe of fur 'n' wool

But now she's into biffs, flowers and quiffs
She hangs around with some pollystiffs, papapa pollystiffs