New single – “Doing What You’re Doing’


I’ve been working on a new album of blues / rock tracks which is now in the final stages of production. “Dog End Days” will be my 18th album and should be available within the next couple of months if all goes to plan.

In the meantime, I’ve just uploaded a single from the album which should be available within the next week or so on Spotify, iTunes, Amazon, Deezer and a shed load of other streaming and downloading sites. Give it a few plays on Spotify – at least that way I get paid. Eventually. They’re not the world’s fastest payers, but their rates are good by comparison.

In other news, I’m pleased to say that my last ‘serious’ album, Cutting up Rough, is selling well on Amazon where I seem particularly popular with the Germans for some reason. A big thank you to everyone who has played or bought it. Glad you like it!

So here’s the new single. Enjoy.


Honey stop doing
Doing what you’re doing
Baby stop messing around
Just stop doing
Doing what you’re doing
Stop your fooling around

Put yourself around
All over town
You’re just a good time girl
Can’t you see I’m hurting
While you’re out working
Can’t you see you’re bringing me down

It’s not that I don’t care
Don’t wanna see you there
You’re acting like a fool
You’re breaking every rule
I can’t stand your messing around

You’re breaking my heart
It’s tearing me apart
It’s like you just don’t care
Why can’t you see
That you should be with me
And not with all those other guys

Fooling around
Acting like a clown
It’s really bring me down
Just stop doing
Doing what you’re doing
Baby stop your messing around
Acting like you do
You and me are through
Stop your messing around

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Sweet Little Rock ‘n’ Roll Girls

Time to move on from the doom and gloom of Christmas and start the New Year with a good ol’ bit of classic rock ‘n’ roll from the album I’m currently working on for 2018 release – as yet untitled!

You might recognise one or two familiar song titles in this piece, so see how many you can spot.


Sweet little rock and roll girls
Sweet little rock and roll girls
I’ve been all around this great big world
There ain’t nothing like a rock and roll girl

I got my thrill on Blueberry Hill
In an old gold chevy with a girl named Jill
A whole lotta shaking was going on
Man, how the good times rolled
Sweet little rock and roll girls
Sweet little rock and roll girls
Doesn’t matter what you say
There ain’t nothing like a rock and roll girl

Oh what a night little girl of mine
Got my mojo working cos she’s oh so fine
I’m reeling and a’rocking and I’m all shook up
‘cos I only have eyes for you
Sweet little rock and roll girls
Sweet little rock and roll girls
No matter where I go in this great big world
There ain’t nothing like a rock and roll girl

Long Tall Sally, Peggy Sue
Suzie Q don’t play me for a fool
Jennie Lee, sweet little sixteen
Carrie you’re an angel too

I been all around this great big world
On the rock island line and a long sea cruise
Janie please believe me ‘cos you know it’s true
There’s nothing that compares with you

Ain’t nothing like those rock and roll girls
Everywhere I’ve been all round the world
Good golly Miss Molly don’t you know
You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen

Honolulu Lulu, Maybelline
Rock ‘n’ roll Ruby, yes tonight Josephine
A little bit of Sandy, Runaround Sue
Gonna put a spell on you
Sweet little rock and roll girls
Sweet little rock and roll girls
Honey don’t but Maggie May
There ain’t nothing like a rock and roll girl

Roll over Beethoven gimme some room
Judy don’t be moody, don’t make me blue
Oh Carole, sweet Caroline
Ain’t nobody else will do
Sweet little rock and roll girls
Sweet little rock and roll girls
Been all around this great big world
There ain’t nothing like a rock and roll girl

Bony Maronie, Skinny Minnie too
You know I love those Rock and Roll girls

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The Fairytale of Christmas

Every year now for several years, I’ve produced a (hopefully) humorous Christmas song. This year, it’s an adaptation of the Pogues’ “Fairytale of New York”. It’s a good song – the original, I mean – so hopefully I’ve not desecrated it too much!

Here it is with a video by my good friend Dioclese :


I’ve had too much to drink
I’ve thrown up in the sink
The party’s over and
They’ve all gone home
The Christmas spirit’s gone
And so’s the beer and wine
We had a smashing time
I least I think we did

The ads on telly
All try to tell me
It’s a time for giving
And not for holding back
I need to spend and spend
And I’ll feel better then
But the shops are full of tat
And I’ve had enough of that

I wonder why we do it
It’s the same crap every year
I wish we pulled the plug
On Christmas time

Thank God that’s it’s Christmas
For only one day
Though it goes on forever
Or that’s how it seems
It starts in September
Goes all through December
It peaks in November
With Black Friday week

There’s beer in my belly
The flat’s rank and smelly
There’s fuck all on telly
But loads of old crap
It’s after the party
I’m bloated and farty
The place smells of vomit
And stale cigarettes

I wonder why we do it
It’s the same crap every year
I wish we could call time
On Christmas Day

It’s great when it’s over
We’re glad when it’s done
We can all stop pretending
That we’re having fun
The new year is coming
We’re on our last legs
As we look forward to Easter
And Cadbury’s Cream Eggs

There’s wine on the carpets
And beer on the chairs
And someone’s thrown up
On the foot of the stairs
There’s a man with a hammer
Going nuts in my head
And I found someone’s knickers
When I went to bed

I wonder why we do it
It’s the same crap every year
It’s time we pulled the plug
On Christmas time

And when September comes
We start it all again
It’s such a waste of time
It really is a crime…

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Born Under a Bad Sign

Final track off the ‘Cutting Up Rough’ album is a traditional blues song covered by many artists including the inimitable Cream. I’m sure you’ve heard it before, but I love blues music and this is one of the best in my opinion so I couldn’t resist recording it. Hope you enjoy it.

So that’s it for this album and I’m working on the next one with three tracks in the can already.

If you like my stuff, then please listen to me on Spotify which is a free streaming service (if you like adverts!) and I get a few pennies in royalties. A very few but every little helps!

Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all

Hard luck and trouble is my only friend
I been on my own ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all

I can’t read, haven’t learned how to write
My whole life has been one big fight
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all

If it wasn’t for bad luck
You know I wouldn’t have no luck at all

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Ballad of the Band

Dedicated to all those days and nights pounding up and down the road from gig to gig – or as we used to call it “The road to nowhere”. Crappy little run down pubs and club, playing cards on a drum case in the dressing room (the gents’ toilet normally) and flogging, in those days, old vinyl 45 demo disks out the back of an old transit van afterwards.

Happy days. Maybe.

Driving down the road at the wheel of my car
Heading for a gig in a run down bar
I make a little money – it don’t go far
Still keep playing – looking for the big break

Smell the stench of urine in the dressing room
Practicing the chords of some tired old tune
The man on the mike will be calling me soon
Art of arts sake – money for gods sake

Stepping on stage with my battered old guitar
Lights are in my face and I can’t see far
Playing “drinking whiskey from an old fruit jar”
Some times I wonder how much more I can take

That’s the ballad of the band
Playing music whenever we can
That’s the ballad of the band
The ballad of the band

You won’t make money as a covers band
You gotta hold the punters in the palm of your hand
‘til you got yourself a name all over this land
We think about tomorrow when we do it all again

The stuff we are playing – well at least its our own
People seem to like it so at least we’re not alone
And when the gigs over and we’re packing the van
We’re flogging our CDs to the passing fans

That’s the ballad of the band
The ballad of the band

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Drifting Blues

Another blues inspired by the shitty divorce from my shitty ex-wife who, basically, treated me like shit.

Not that I’m bitter in any way you understand. I’m well over that – but we do draw from our experiences in life don’t we?

You know I was drifting
You know that I was lost
You know I was drifting
Said I was lost
I thought I’d found my way
I didn’t count the cost

You cheated and you lied
And took me for a fool
You now you cheated and you lied
You took me for a fool
But now I know just what you are
I can see right through you

You were happy spending money
That you took from me
You know you were happy spending that money
That you took from me
I didn’t know what you were doing
I was too blind to see

I hope that you’ll be happy
Like we used to be
You know I hope that you’ll be happy
The way we used to be
Now you found another loser
And you set me free

Well I’m happy that it’s over
And I’m not with you
Yes I’m happy that it’s over
And I’m just not with you
I found somebody better
And I don’t need you

Yeah I’m happy that it’s over
And I don’t have you

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Do Your Own Thing

I wrote this because I got a bit sick and tired of people telling me what to think and do, so it’s a bit of a slow blues about independence.

They call me a black sheep
‘Cos I don’t fit in
But I don’t really care what people think of me
Got my standards
How I live my life
Don’t give me no hassle and I won’t give you no strife
Do your own thing
Find your own way in life

Don’t wanna grow old
Gracefully
Life’s for the living’s how it seems to me
Gotta have me some fun
Gotta live each day
You’re a long time dead that’s what people say
Do your own thing
You won’t find no better way

Spent a few good years
Working for the man
All I got was a packet of pay in my hand
Got no respect
And I got no thanks
Just wanted a home and some money in the bank
Do your own thing
Live your life your way

I got grey hair
And my knees are shot
And I’m scraping by on the little I got
Sometimes gets me down
Sometimes I feel fine
Gonna live every minute till I run outa time
Do your own thing
Who cares what other people say?

Got me a pal
Worked to 65
Saved up his money for retirement time
Gave him a party
And a fancy clock
But he died the next day from a heart attack
Do your own thing
You’re a long time dead

My daddy told me
How to live my life
I ignored every word of his fine advice
Seems to me
Gotta find your own way
And take no notice of what other people say
Do your own thing
Get it through your head

And if you disagree
What I’m telling you
Is make up your mind and do things your own way
Can’t please everybody
So just please yourself
Life’s too short to worry what others might say
Do your own thing
Live your life your way

Do your own thing
Who cares what they say
Do your own thing
Live your life your way
Do your own thing
Get it through your head
Do your own thing
You’re a long time dead
Just do your own thing
That’s the way to go

Do your own thing…..

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