<A chronicle of the process of, and tribulations involved in, trying to get a Sven Co-op release out the door... told in the form of an epic ballad>
Lyrics:
Right said Sven, boaf of us togever, one each end and steady as we go Tried to shift it, couldn't even lift it, we was getting nowhere And so, we, had a cup o' tea an'
Right said Sven, give a shout to Jonesy, up comes Jonesy from the floor below, After strainin', 'eavin' and complainin', we was getting nowhere And so, we, had a cup o' tea an'
Jonesy had a think and he thought we ought, to take off all the 'andles And the fings what 'eld the candles, but it did no good, well I never thought it would
All-right said Sven, have to take the feet off, to get them feet off wouldn't take a mo' Took it's feet off, even took the seat off, should of got us somewhere, but no, So Sven said let's have anover cup o' tea and we said right-o
Right said Sven, have to take the door off, need more space to shift the so and so Had bad twinges takin' off the 'inges, an' it got us nowhere And so, we, had a cup o' tea an'
Right said Sven, have to take the wall down, that there wall is gonna 'ave to go Took the wall down, even wiv it all down, we was getting nowhere And so, we, 'ad a cup o' tea
Jonesy 'ad a think and he said look Sven, I've got a sort of feeling If we remove the ceiling, wiv a rope or two we can drop the beta though
All Right said Sven, climbing up a ladder, wiv his crowbar gave a mighty blow Was 'e in trouble, 'alf a ton o' rubble, landed on the top of 'is dome So Jonesy and me 'ad another cup o' tea and then we went 'ome.
I said to Jonesy, we'll just have to leave it standing on the landing that's all You see the trouble with Sven is 'e's... 'e's too 'asty Now you never get nowhere if you're too 'asty