Another Ian song inspired by a dubious night out in Hertford. The details are hazy, but it's believed that dancing was involved... He's not allowed out now. Humorous? But of course. Truthful? Naturellement! Long? Well, its 5 minutes long and there are two middle 8s ..... so that's something. The purposely weak lyrics are the product of a slightly boring email ping pong between the Bengeo and Bristol side of the operations. One day we'll write a real song, we promise.  

I was banned from the Northern Soul Club

Cos' My dancing was uncool

I'm banned from my Texaco

For arguing about the price of fuel



Chorus
But there's still one place to go
Where I can misbehave without fear
Cos a pub's the place I can't get banned
For drinking too much beer 


I'm banned from Greggs the baker
For asking what's in the pies
I'm banned from the local chip shop
For asking for French fries

I got banned from Tescos,
Waitrose., Morrisons and the Spar
For using brand new carrier bags
To take my shopping to the car

I was rude to the traindrivers
I'd always make a fuss
So I'm banned from the Underground
And have to ride the bus

I got banned from the teashop
For sneering at the cakes
And Woolworths and the Pound store
And now Alvin's Bake n' take