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released October 18, 2013

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The Bar-Steward Sons of Val Doonican UK

Hailing from Barnsley Rock City in't north, The Bar-Steward Sons of Val Doonican are determined to follow in their father's immortal footsteps. They naturally began to perform other famous people’s songs complete with lyrics about life in't North and to complete their squeaky-clean image, they became instantly recognisable for their immaculate hair and their stylish dress-sense.
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Track Name: Jump Ararnd
Lyrics by Scott Doonican

Listen up, listen in, we’re ‘bart to begin
Well I came to sing, bugger me, what a sin
But dun’t git yer backs up, if we turn t’sarnd up
That’s how we roll, till the whole room just cracks up
Get up, stand up, come on and chuck yer hands up
When the crowd are reelin’, we mek ‘em hit t’ceilin’
I dun’t wear a string vest, ‘not like I’m a hunk
I’ll eat a pork pie and then I’ll tek the crust home
Think it, thunk it, we ha’n’t gorra drum-kit
We’ve got more beats than seeds in a pumpkin
Dun’t be shocked, sure ‘nuff we wain’t stop
Coz we’ve got more hits than New Kids On’t Block

We came to get darn
Came to get darn
So get art ‘yer seats ‘n jump ararnd
Jump ararnd
Jump ararnd
Jump ararnd
Jump up jump up and get darn.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! EVERYBODY JUMP!

Just serve me a pint of Tarnlife on draught
‘Cos I’m nowt like a brush, I’ve nivver bin daft
Well word to yer mother, I’m ‘ere wi’ me brothers
And I’ve got more rhymes than a cart-load of others
But just like a Bar-Steward Son I’ve returned,
For anyone rocking but gently’s concerned
We rewrite lyrics for you to have fun
So if you‘ve come to see us, hope you have some
Me rappin’ dun’t scan when I run art of breath
We wear tank-tops, so we dun’t catch uz death
Yes we dress to kill, uz hair it looks brill
We’re t’Bar-Steward Sons and we aim to thrill

We’re the cream o’t’ crop, we rise to’t’ top
But we ain’t the kinda stuff they stick on Top Of The Pops
You know we work greater than Mr Motivator
As a personal trainer for Mr Johnny Vegas
But we ain’t going out like no daft chuffs
You know we’ve got style, yeah, you know we’re the right stuff
We go art rarnd t’Tarn, sup the pints darn
Fill up yer heead until you wek up like t’Dawn of the Dead
We’re coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Well we‘re spittin’ art lyrics ‘cos Westwood, we’ve bet ya!
Track Name: Jump Ararnd (Live At The Lamproom)
Lyrics by Scott Doonican

Listen up, listen in, we’re ‘bart to begin
Well I came to sing, bugger me, what a sin
But dun’t git yer backs up, if we turn t’sarnd up
That’s how we roll, till the whole room just cracks up
Get up, stand up, come on and chuck yer hands up
When the crowd are reelin’, we mek ‘em hit t’ceilin’
I dun’t wear a string vest, ‘not like I’m a hunk
I’ll eat a pork pie and then I’ll tek the crust home
Think it, thunk it, we ha’n’t gorra drum-kit
We’ve got more beats than seeds in a pumpkin
Dun’t be shocked, sure ‘nuff we wain’t stop
Coz we’ve got more hits than New Kids On’t Block

We came to get darn
Came to get darn
So get art ‘yer seats ‘n jump ararnd
Jump ararnd
Jump ararnd
Jump ararnd
Jump up jump up and get darn.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! EVERYBODY JUMP!

Just serve me a pint of Acorn on draught
‘Cos I’m nowt like a brush, I’ve nivver bin daft
Well word to yer mother, I’m ‘ere wi’ me brothers
And I’ve got more rhymes than a cart-load of others
But just like a Bar-Steward Son I’ve returned,
For anyone rocking but gently’s concerned
We rewrite lyrics for you to have fun
So if you‘ve come to see us, hope you have some
Me rappin’ dun’t scan when I run art of breath
We wear tank-tops, so we dun’t catch uz death
Yes we dress to kill, uz hair it looks brill
We’re t’Bar-Steward Sons and we aim to thrill

We’re the cream o’t’ crop, we rise to’t’ top
But we ain’t the kinda stuff they stick on Top Of The Pops
You know we work greater than Mr Motivator
As a personal trainer for Mr Johnny Vegas
But we ain’t going out like no daft chuffs
You know we’ve got style, yeah, you know we’re the right stuff
We go art rarnd t’Tarn, sup the pints darn
Fill up yer heead until you wek up like t’Dawn of the Dead
We’re coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Well we‘re spittin’ art lyrics ‘cos Westwood, we’ve bet ya!
Track Name: Scott Doonican - Bonus track: Bohemian Rhapsody (Live At The Cross Keys, Wroot)
Written by Freddie Mercury
Butchered by Scott Doonican