Hold the Front Page
Hold the front page, I’ve got some news, for the Pall Mall Gazette
I’ve got a job, I’m a compositor, that’s how the type gets set
Getting to learn, getting to learn, keeps us off the street
Hold the front page, Hold the front page, we’re going to make ends meet
Tickety tack , tickety tack, hear the wheels of the press go round
Tickety tack, clacketcy clack, such a beautiful sound
Tickety tack, clackety clack, Fleet Street at the door
I’ve got some news, I’m the news, who could wish for anything more
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Man at the top, Mr Astor, got a big place out of town
He’s taking us out, for the day, for a party on the lawn
I know that I’m not, quite as rich (yet), but I’m up here on the stage
I’ve got some news, I’m the news, I’m composing the front page
Tickety tack , tickety tack, hear the wheels of the press go round
Tickety tack, clacketcy clack, such a beautiful sound
Tickety tack, clackety clack, Fleet Street at the door
I’ve got some news, I’m the news, who could wish for anything more
©Richard Rhys O’Brien 2015