Spirits Under Pressure

Guitar George with his cannon and his torch

There was a man in the field

With a big bottle of Jack and a family on his back

Did what he could honestly

With spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Blown sky high, sky high, sky high

Life without song would be a sentence way too long

My father’s still warmed their hearts too

I’ve got a bitter reason what I feel for you today

Remember that long Saturday

With spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Blown sky high, sky high, sky high

My brother said that the papers were all wet

And no one would dare criticize

And they all hoped it was true, that the law be on their side

Big red cheeks and blue noses

With spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Spirits under pressure

Put together in his spare time

Blown sky high, sky high, sky high