70's music

The news in Britain is so bleak and I am full of cold (again) I thought I'd cheer myself up by reminding me of what I wrote for a school bulletin some years back when I chaired the equivalent of the PTA.

This was part of the publicity for our fundraising party, the last and best we've had, with our parents band singing 'live'.

You don’t need to go Sailing, Walking on the Moon, to the Mull of Kintyre, the Yellow River, the Mississippi and certainly not the Rivers of Babylon to find Clair, Vincent, Fernando and Maggie.

May, some time between January and The Twelfth of Never but after December ‘63 is not a Space Oddity, yet as Night Fever In the Summertime (one of those Seasons in the Sun) might Knock Three Times before you can put Another Brick in the Wall.

Grandad with his Combine Harvester is not a Sad Sweet Dreamer. Don’t Give Up on Us! Don’t Cry for us, Argen. Tina is Three Times a Lady and she can’t live Without You.

How Can I Be Sure? She’s got to Love Me For a Reason. I Don’t Want to Talk About It.

O, Silly Billy, Don’t Be a Hero. Stop Kung Fu fighting! You’ve got to Take a Chance …, that’s the Name of the Game. It’s not just So You Win Again or Gimme, Gimme, Gimme. Mamma Mia! If you are prepared to say I Only Have Eyes For You, then be prepared for Tears on (your) Pillow. Go Stand by Your (wo)Man.

Even when she fancies herself a Dancing Queen?

O Yes, Sir, (You) Can Boogie. Don’t Go Breaking (Her) Heart! That will be your Waterloo.

Under the Moon of Love, and O! is that a Wandarin Star?, who knows what else might happen? All Kinds of Everything?

You Won’t Find Another Fool Like Me!

I nearly forgot to mention: 70’s / ABBA Party: 19th May (Saturday) 7.30pm to late.

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