Latin Quarter - Releasing The Sheep

Lyrics

He drank a whisky once with Dickie Henderson
One night in Blackpool was a long time ago
He sat and laughed for maybe 15 minutes
And Dickie told him then
You’re only as good as your last show

He spent his Christmases in shaky theatres
Him shaking agents ‘you can’t kid this old pro’
As Ebenezar or an ugly sister
And scrawled on his mirror was
You’re only as good as your last show

Oh yes he is! Oh no he isn’t!
Cos I saw him sweat it out on a hot afternoon
For a bus queue in a broken city
In his mid-Atlantic best he ran it through
Oh no he didn’t!
Oh you’re only as good as your last show
Yes you are you know.

He had an old black magic bummed from Billy Daniels
And a vent-act voice he’d forgotten how to throw
And ‘she had no hair, just…’ and yes, you guessed it
With fingers crossed he’d say
You’re only as good as your last show.

Oh yes he is! Oh no he isn’t!
I saw him sweat it out on a hot afternoon
For a bus queue in a broken city
In his mid-Atlantic best he ran it through
Oh no he didn’t!
Oh we took what we wanted and we left him to go back to
‘Have you seen my Brando’
Back to a very old tuxedo
Back to him calling bingo
Oh you’re only as good as your last show (I think he’s right you know.)

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He drank a whisky once with Dickie Henderson
One night in Blackpool was a long time ago
He sat and laughed for maybe 15 minutes
And Dickie told him then
You’re only as good as your last show

He spent his Christmases in shaky theatres
Him shaking agents ‘you can’t kid this old pro’
As Ebenezar or an ugly sister
And scrawled on his mirror was
You’re only as good as your last show

Oh yes he is! Oh no he isn’t!
Cos I saw him sweat it out on a hot afternoon
For a bus queue in a broken city
In his mid-Atlantic best he ran it through
Oh no he didn’t!
Oh you’re only as good as your last show
Yes you are you know.

He had an old black magic bummed from Billy Daniels
And a vent-act voice he’d forgotten how to throw
And ‘she had no hair, just…’ and yes, you guessed it
With fingers crossed he’d say
You’re only as good as your last show.

Oh yes he is! Oh no he isn’t!
I saw him sweat it out on a hot afternoon
For a bus queue in a broken city
In his mid-Atlantic best he ran it through
Oh no he didn’t!
Oh we took what we wanted and we left him to go back to
‘Have you seen my Brando’
Back to a very old tuxedo
Back to him calling bingo
Oh you’re only as good as your last show (I think he’s right you know.)