Antennas To Heaven Domino Whore Lyrics

Domino w____ (P. Hodgson)

And Thursday afternoons is dominoes. I try and stay in the corner, by the TV Times quiz machine, but its no use. Bobby Jarmers is straight over to give me the inside track on the big matches. Today is Jose Medusa - Bryan Arthurs, and even I know the history there. Bryan knocked the Chilean out of last years league playoff with a run of double two, two-one, one-six or Peles slippers as its known. And, well, the South American Volcano erupted. I get myself a pint and bag of scratchings and try and watch Sky Sports News to keep my distance. Frankie Matlock is in the window taking on all comers, one by one. I see him catch the eye of a young boy drinking orange juice by the fruit machine. And just as the seat opposite Frankie is free, and the young fella has swallowed deep and dragged up the courage to go across, Baldy Boris gives him the eyes of a robbers horse and the entire place shudders with the silent phrase Domino w____. Of course, Jose is first man in perched on his stool with a little glass of Baileys. And although he knows the mind games have kicked in, I can tell hes getting edgy. Two becomes two-thirty, two-thirty becomes three but there is still no sign of Bryan, the man known as the terrible terror of Telford. Ive had three by this point, and as much as I hate to lose my seat, I have to go and water the horses. Say hello to the PM, if you know what I mean. And because its been a while, I feel like Ive been p___ing for ages when the man himself strides up to the urinal beside me. Bryan, I say with a slight nod. And he gives me a half smile. That half smile of a champion. A born winner. And as much as Im desperate, I cant go with him looking. I just cant go with him looking.