The Bloody Marquee
An insider's view of life on the Dry Drayton Marquee Team, by Peter Tingley
Bloody Scottie's on the phone
Stops Robbie doing it all alone
I'd rather be at bloody home
Damn the bloody marquee
All bloody wind and bloody rain
In bloody field and what a pain
Its time to raise the tent again
Damn the bloody marquee
Bloody tent is scratched and torn
Bloody crew are all forlorn
Bloody wish I'd not been born
Damn the bloody marquee
Who are these bloody mates of mine
Keep me out till bloody nine
Told me it was bloody fine
Damn the bloody marquee
This bloody job's a bloody cuss
Robbie makes a bloody fuss
And nobody cares for bloody us
Damn the bloody marquee
Who said its bloody fun always
I'd rather spend my bloody days
Giving the bloody telly a gaze
Damn the bloody marquee
Bloody customers make you smile
The bloody fee is bloody vile
Not even worth my bloody while
Damn the bloody marquee
Who said that this was bloody fun
Bloody worth it all my son
I'm bloody tired and nearly done
Damn the bloody marquee
Bloody finish and bloody cheer
Get down the pub for a bloody beer
And is it good - no bloody fear
Damn the bloody marquee
P.E.T