Pete Ashton kindly put the noisy, Digbeth mashup of Black Velevet Band onto YouTube. Here it is. And here, at Jon Bounds’ request, are the re-worked lyrics. A bouncing white ball is beyond my capabilities but please feel free to sing along.
Friends of the Stars – Black Velvet Band: the noisy, Digbeth mashup
Well, in a neat little town they call Digbeth, barman to serve was my job
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in the old Spotted Dog
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and my regulars, betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Cheapside, meaning to quietly fleet
When who should I meet but that pretty fair maid comes a tripping along Bradford Street
She was both loud and noisy, her mouth it just broke into songs
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a resident came passing us by
Well I knew she meant the waking of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A guitar she plugged in the socket and placed into my right hand
And the very first song that came to me was bad luck to the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the Rapid Response Team, next morning I had to appear
The man from the Council said to me: “Young man, your case it is proven clear
We’ll give you seven years silent servitude, to be spent in Suburbia Bland
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band”
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town my boys, beware of them noisy colleens
For they will feed you strong drink, “Oh yeah”, ’til you make a voluminous stand
And the very next thing that you’ll know is you’ve landed in Suburban Bland
