Category Archives: Rock

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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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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Everybody’s After My Money

Do you every have one of those days when you get bombarded with unsolicited junk mail and loads of spam on your email. Or maybe there’s some bloke in Nigeria with $20,000,000 that some rich dictator has salted away he wants you help him launder.

Then just as you feel you’re about to scream, the phone rings and some tosser t trying to ask you about that accident you never had, or the PPI you were mis-sold or, even better, you answer and there’s nobody there at all?

Well, if you’re having one of those days then here’s another track off Cutting Up Rough that was written just for you. Pour yourself a stiff drink, kick back and enjoy!

I get a load of email every single day
Saying life would be much better if I just did things their way
I could settle by instalments or stick on my card
And for such a great improvement it’s a tiny price to pay
The offers are quite tempting it’s sad to have to tell
They’re tailored to my every need and suit me very well
It’s amazing how they seem to know exactly what I need
I suspect that they’ve been plugging into my Twitter feed
Everybody’s after my money
Seems to me that it’s rather funny
Everybody’s after my money

They say that I could lose three stone by eating diet food
But it gives me diahorrea and gets me running to the loo
And then there was this coupon site that promised me cheap booze
So I thought I might give that a try I’ve nothing much to lose
They said a simple survey was all I’d need to give
To unlock lots of coupon codes and save me loads of quids
But after forty pages I was getting pretty bored
And they’re using all the info to flog me even more
Everybody’s after my dosh
All feeding me a load of old tosh
Everybody’s after my money

I get a load of phone calls from a bloke in Bangla Desh
Sometimes there’s no one there at all it’s really quite a mess
The ask me about accidents I’ve never even had
And they say they’ll make a claim for me – it makes me really mad
It seems I could make loads of dosh from missold PPI
It’s a shame I never had some but it’s always worth a try
They say that there’s no win no fee which seems quite odd to me
‘Cos I can’t believe the buggers would do anything for free

I’m always on the lookout for a way to make some lolly
A business opportunity that that doesn’t look too funny
It seems there’s this dictator that’s died somewhere out east
And it all looks very dodgy to say the very least
His widow wants to give be dosh to get in her hod
And she’ll give me a percentage as a sweetener for the job
It’s looking very simple she just needs my bank account
And when she’s got my password she will empty it all out
Everybody’s after my dough
No way they’re gonna get it though
Everybody’s after my money

There’s an offer on my broadband that will give me greater speed
There’s a cheaper car insurance that will meet my every need
There’s sales in every shop I see when I walk out my door
And everyone is telling me that I could save much more
There’s not a price on anything just how much money’s off
And I’ve got a dozen credit cards that pay each other off
They give balance transfers that come with interest free
So I never pay for anything and that sounds good to me
Everybody’s after my money
Welcome to the land of milk and honey
Everybody’s after my money
You know I think it’s kinda funny
That why they’re all giving it their bunny
I ain’t got no money!

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Snow on the Roof

Sometimes I’m told I’m a bit long in the tooth for the malarky, but I’m a lot younger than people like Mick Jagger, Clapton, Cliff and many others of my generation so I’ll just ignore all that and keep going anyway ‘cos I love the music.

So much so in fact that I wrote this song. And it seems that there’s a few people out there who agree with me because it’s getting a good few plays on Spotify and the other streaming sites.

I got the rock
I got the roll
I got the music down in my soul
I got the rhythm
I got the blues
Ain’t nothing else will do

Give me the beat that moves my feet
That makes me wanna dance
But don’t you tell me that I’m too old
‘Cos this is what I’ll say to you

There’s snow on the roof
But there’s a fire in the cellar
I love that rock ’n’ roll
Listen to me I gotta tell ya
There’s snow on the roof
But there’s a fire in the cellar

I got the moves
I got the beat
I got those dancing feet
I got the style
I got the scene
Don’t you know what I mean?

Give me the rhythm give me the blues
There’s nothing else will do
But don’t you tell me that I can’t rock
‘Cos I’ll carry on until I drop

Give me the beat that moves my feet
And gets down in my soul
There’s just one thing that I’ll never be
I’ll never be too old

There’s snow on the roof
But there’s a fire in the cellar
And you’re never too old to rock
You won’t stop me ‘cos I tell ya
There’s snow on the roof
But there’s a fire in the cellar

There’s snow on the roof
But there’s a fire in the cellar
And I love that rock ’n’ roll
Listen to me I gotta tell ya
There’s snow on the roof
But there’s a fire in the cellar

A fire in the cellar

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Move It

OK – I admit it. I like Cliff Richard. I’ve been to see him many times. I was at Wembley Stadium for ‘The Event’, seen him at the Albert Hall, Birmingham NEC and a few other venues.

Recently I went to see him at a somewhat smaller venue. I staggers me how he manages to perform with the energy that he does when he’s well into his 70s.

Anyhow, he’s recently recorded a new version of ‘Move it’ so I thought “I’ll do one too”. Rather arrogantly perhaps, I don’t like the new verse in the 2017 version, so I’ve rewritten it. I’ve also combined the original and 2017 styles mainly because I couldn’t make my mind up!

So here’s my tribute to the indomitable Cliff Richard :

Come on pretty baby, let’s move it and groove it
Well a shake-a baby shake, oh! honey please don’t lose it.
It’s rhythm that “gets you” in your heart and soul
Let me tell you baby; it’s called rock ’n’roll.
They say, it’s gonna die but honey let’s face it;
They just don’t know what’s-a goin’ to replace it.
Ballads’ and calypsos’, they’ve got nothing on
Real country music that drives along.

Come on pretty baby let’s move it an’ a groove it
Dance honey dance baby please don’t lose it
Clicking your fingers and shuffling your feet
Everybody’s dancing to a brand new beat
Gotta get ready ‘cos the times they are a’changing
It’s called rock and roll it’s the music that we’re makin’
Gonna keep rocking til the day I die
Listen to it honey and you’ll soon know why

Honey move it

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Another Gig

The new album is up and running on all the major streaming and digital sales sites.

This is a song about life on the road, shitty transit vans and even shittier venues. If you’ve ever played in a band then you know just what it’s like

Do you recall those heady days
Those hectic times when we had it all
It slipped away
You know we had some fun – along the way

Another night, another stage
A set to play before we go
Collect our pay then we’re on our way
To another rough dive
In another town

Down the road there’s one more gig to play
Another gig, a gig for us to play
Five young guys in a beat up van
We’re on our way
There’s one more gig to play

It gets you down and you wonder why
You carry on and do it anyway
You smoke some pot and the music’s hot
There’s nothing else you’d rather do

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