The Sinful Ensemble Lyrics

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The Sinful Ensemble Lyrics

Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?

Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.

Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'

ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.

Ever wondered where the evil dead go?

There's a little place called "Nightmare Scenario"

Unlicenced establishment for former world powers,

where the drinks are cheap - and it's open all hours.

Bonaparte's on brandy - he swills it down his throat,

Hitler sips a Pilsner while he tells a racist joke.

Mussolini leers at Maggie serving at the bar,

Stalin's out the back trying to sell a dodgy motor car.

Dear God above (if you exist),

hope you see the funny side to this

now don't get cross - don't bite your nails,

oh, Son of Man your mission failed.

Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?

Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.

Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'

ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.

Herod's in the family room to baby sit the first born,

Mengele's got a Gladstone bag of cotton wool and chloroform.

Vlad impales glace cherries on a stick just for a lark,

when Pol Pot turns the lights out they'll play murder in the dark.

Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?

Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.

Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'

ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.

Genghis Khan just parked his lunch all over Nero's belly,

while the lions beat the christians thirty - nil live on the telly.

Caligula kills 'My Way' on the karaoke stage -

young 'Chezzy' Borgia's barred for life for drinking under age.

This is far more than just a joke.

Can't you see the fire for the smoke?

Choose any public house you please

and find dictators such as these.

Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?

Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.

Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'

ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.

Hell is where the heart lies -

(in Purgatory's borders).

The great thing 'bout eternity -

they never call last orders!