BREACHWOOD GREEN

Hello comedy fan,

If you were with us in March you will know that Paul B Edwards has written this song and we want to surprise him with all of us singing along with it. Please bring it with you and teach your mates the tune can be found on his website:- http://www.lastminutecomedy.com/breachwood_green

Breachwood Green

There’s a village in Hertfordshire called,

Breachwoood Green.

It’s not very big.

Because it’s a village,

And it hasn’t got any street lights.

Because it’s close to Luton Airport,

And the aviation authorities think it might be mistaken for a runway.

By a Jumbo Jet.

I wish it would be.

Soon.

Shergar lives with Lord Lucan,

in Breachwoood Green

Elvis runs the pub,

on his own,

it’s not very hard

Coz no one drinks there

Coz no fucker lives there

But Breachwoood Green is not a Ghost Town

It’s not a town.

It’s a village.

And the Ghost got bored and left.

If a cow farts they think it’s a rave.

I had a girl friend once

A-jub jub jub jub jurb

I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever knobbed.

As people from the village went she was unusual.

Because she could speak.

A bit

And her eyes pointed forward.

Like an awful lot of villages

Breachwood Green is full of Hells Angels.

They hang around the bus shelter but they wait in vain

You can’t catch a bus from Hell.

There’s a punk rocker in the village.

They call him “Punky”

He sniffs Glue.

Wouldn’t you?

If you came from Beachwood Green.

Because it’s a village.