The Slightly Superior Excuse Blues  -  by Crimes Against Music
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Words: Jon Trout, Music: Jon Trout and CAM

(A twelve-bar blues)

E
Late last night at the BBC
E
Drinking back my licence fee
       A
With a math-rock band and the real JP
           E
Walked the Westway home at half past three
B
Alarm is ringing by my stone cold tea
A                                      E
My excuse is looking pretty superior

But it's morning at the van as well
Usual tea cup and usual smell
When the lightning hits from the wailing squall
The speaker flew right off the wall
Late anyway, now he's ten feet tall
His excuse is slightly superior

Cig break now on Nature's roof
Time to face my awful truth
Whilst mine was the dregs of Auntie's ale
His was wrought from the roaring gale
The tacked-on morals of this pointless tale
Is his excuse was slightly superior