Mummy
Mummy my mummy my mummy’s in a mental home
She was living in suburbia in a nice big house
All the bills were paid for the garden faced south
The carpet was a thick and shaggy pile
Neighbours drank her coffee were polite and smiled
Husband in insurance earned a tidy sum
Children all happy having lots of fun
One-day mummy woke up and said what does it all mean
Now she’s in the mental home thinks she is the Queen
One day mummy woke up said what’s it all about
Now she’s in the nut house throws herself about
On her tombstone you can read the lie
She was a good mummy till the day she died
Lonely Schizophrenic
I’m a lonely schizophrenic I feel I’ve been abused
By everyone I’ve been with I feel that I’ve been used
Those voices these voices in my head they never stop
These voices in my head they never stop
I’m a lonely schizophrenic I’m friends with the Queen
All her lords and ladies and the Arsenal football team
Those voices those voices in my head they never stop
Those voices in my head they never stop
I’m a lonely schizophrenic I feel like suicide
I’ve taken all the happy pills and still I want to die
Those voices those voices in my head they never stop
These voices in my head they never stop
Tick tock
Tick tock goes the clock tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
I remember as a young man in the young girl’s arms
Now I’m old and impotent waiting to be embalmed
I remember as a young man marriage and childbirth
Now I’m old and cynical and I’ve got a bloated girth
I remember as a young man unsteady on my feet
Now I need a walking stick and I haven’t got any teeth
Body Hanging
Saw your body hanging from a tree
Saw your body I’m guilty
I killed my wife and my baby to
Now I I’ve killed you
Hardest Bastard
He’s got the girl he’s got the car he’s got the knife and bullet scars
And when he hits you you’re going to fall
He is the hardest bastard of them all
He’s got the look he’s got the gab he’s got the left hook and the right jab
When he hits you you’re going down
He is the hardest bastard in this town
He’s got the dog he’s got the jeans he’s looking nasty he’s looking mean
And when he hits you they’re going down
He is the hardest bastard in this town
He’s got a secret well please don’t blab
He isn’t really hard at all he is just sad
Deranged
I am a bad husband I beat up my wife
When I come home drunk every night
It makes me so angry when she looks at me strange
Do you think that I might be a little deranged?
I am a bad son my mother I hit and my father’s throat I’ve threatened to slit
It makes me so angry when they look at me strange
Do you think that I might be a little deranged?
I’m a bad father I beat up my boy he always does things which me does annoy
It makes me so angry when he look s at me strange
Do you think that I might be a little deranged?
Mummy Loved Me
I punched him in the face I know that wasn’t nice
I trod on both his testicles I know that wasn’t right
I slit his throat from ear to ear I know that wasn’t good
If only mummy loved me I’ve been misunderstood
I gouged out both his eyes I know that that was rude
I urinated in his mouth I know that that was crude
I juggled with his eyeballs I know that wasn’t good
If only mummy loved me I’ve been misunderstood
They sent me of to prison I slit the warders throat
As he bled all over me how I did gloat
The judge said I was more evil than anyone or thing
If only mummy loved me if she had not been mean
When I was in my swaddling clothes she’d drink and drink and drink
My Father could have been a hundred men who at me used to wink
If mummy hadn’t been a drunk and been on the game
If only mummy loved me I might now be sane
Why Am I Alone
Well I split the guts of babies so I could see what was inside
Well all those babies’ guts came out those babies all did die
Then I stamped on little babies heads you could hear the cracking bones
Then I asked myself why no one loved me why am I alone
Well its not that I’ve never had girlfriends I’ve had a few
But all of them girlfriends they want to get close to you
I stamped on all those girlfriends heads you could hear the cracking bones
Then I asked myself why no one loved me why am I alone
Whenever I try to have sex it never seems to work
When I orgasm I slit their throat over me their blood does spurt
Then I like to chop them up and in a lunch box take them home
Then I ask myself why no one loves me why I am alone
I hope one day I might meet a final friend
They’ll stick a knife into my gut they’ll get me before I get them
Punch and Judy
You see my foolishness and pride you see each good thing in me die
You see your baby see her cry
You see the evil in me breed you see the bad the bad seed
You see your baby see her bleed
You hear my heart numbing lies as each good thing in me dies
Hear your baby hear her cry
You see my evil eating you you see my evil breaking through
You hear your baby cry for you
Punch and Judy Punch and Judy
Going South
He’s got a bad liver he’s got a bad mouth
He’s got bad kidneys he’s going south
He’s got a bad head a bad mouth
Bad heart he’s going south
He’s bad news going down the drain
You’re going south
You bad news you’re going south
Polly
In a bar in Copenhagen works a girl called Polly
In the red light district she serves the drinks for free
Making her money from the tips she does receive
She puts the beer pump between her thighs and pulls does Polly
In the backroom transvestites wait to be abused
By men in dirty raincoats convicted and accused
A family fuck a goat in backroom number three
She puts the beer pump between her thighs and pulls does Polly
Five o clock in the morning the perverts all gone home
She cleans the sperm from the floor and goes home all alone
The acts she has witnessed she hardly would conceive
She puts the beer pump between her thighs and goes home does Polly
Sick
You know I love you oh my darling you know I love to tell you it
You know I’d die for you my sweetheart I hesitate to stir the shit
I know you’re kind I know you’re generous and on you’re shoulder there’s no chip
Its just a small thing oh my darling your very presence makes me sick
Your compassion is unequalled I’m worthy not your boots to lick
You are an angel pure and simple for you’re presence I’m not fit
You really do deserve a husband who’s young and kind and rich
You’re so witty and so charming you put to shame those country hicks
It’s just a small thing oh my darling you’re very presence makes me sick
The End
I have shit my trousers could a fresh pair you please lend
I’m lying in a pool of piss I’m waiting for the end
That vomit on the pavement it’s mine you can depend
All the bottles I have drunk on a breweries freehold I could spend
The dogs all sit upwind of me and their nostrils they defend
I’m waiting for the end yes I’m waiting for the end
Piss and shit and rancid sweat are the perfume that I vend
Lilly of the Valley
The lilly of the valley I’ll lay on your grave
My wife and my baby I cruelly swept away
I robbed I raped I murdered and now I have paid
Fountain filled with Blood
There is a fountain filled with blood drained from Emanuel’s veins
And sinners placed beneath that flood lose all their mortal stains
They lose all their mortal stains
Why are you Laughing?
Why are you laughing? We’re all going to die tomorrow in agony we will all lie
Why are you laughing why so amused? Tomorrow senility will you confuse
Why are you laughing why so self assured? Tomorrow death and disease you’ll endure
Why are you laughing to that happy music? Only fools and idiots are optimistic
This isn’t a film with a happy end only death and disease wait for us at the end
So why are you laughing?
Punch, the archetypal English puppet, is unscrupulous, anarchistic and malevolent in all that he does, wittily and jovially murdering anyone who gets in his way – whether it be his own wife, the policeman, the doctor, the hangman or even the devil.
Played once upon a time in the streets of Old England as a macabre and “undivine” comedy, the story is retold here in the form of a dark operetta: Punch’s triumphant marriage to Judy, the birth of his child, his beautiful murders and his own magnificent death. It seems as if Punch has been waiting all this time for the Tiger Lillies to come along in order to perform his perfidy to perfection.
16 songs from the show of the same name. That's the way to do it.
Review from Bizarre Magazine by David McComb
Six years after bringing Heinrich Hoffmann’s Struwwelpeter to life in Shockheaded Peter, another twisted childrens’ tale gets the Tiger Lillies treatment, Punch And Judy.
A collection of stories about madness, paranoia and schizophrenia – with plenty of whores, kinky sex, bestiality and violence thrown in for good measure – Punch And Judy is a welcome return to the anarchy and gleeful perversity of the Lillies’ early work, less introspective than recent releases such as The Sea and more fun than 2000’s moody Circus Songs.
As always, the band take unbridled pleasure in the malevolent characters they create, from the Hardest Bastard in town who’ll kick your face off then expect forgiveness because he’s had a tough life, to the man who gets his kicks by crunching babies’ heads underfoot (accompanied by the sickening crack of a nipper’s skull, natch).
A fine introduction to the dark world of The Tiger Lillies and a joy for long-time fans, Punch And Judy is essential.
Credits:
Recorded at O Ton Studio Hamburg May 2004
Engineered and mixed by Stefan Wulff
Mastered at Master and Servant Studio Hamburg
All songs written by Martyn Jaques
Produced by the Tiger Lillies
Adrian Huge Percussion
Martyn Jaques Voice Piano Accordion Dobro
Adrian Stout Double Bass
Hennig and Frank Wulff played extra guitars
