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BL10 Boracic Lint
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Another London song - but with more of a folky-picked backing. Boracic lint is cockney rhyming slang for skint.
comedy london humour slang cockney rhyming slang brassic skint
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Singer-songwriter, arranger and producer: acoustic contemporary folk but ranging into rock/blues/country/jazz/humour...all very eclectic, I'm afraid!
Martin Stirrup Singer/songwriter An old folkie who got back into it... These days I sing and play guitar(s) and other stringed instruments, then score and orchestrate where appropriate. My taste becomes increasingly eclectic ranging from finger-picked folk through country to soft rock mixed in with a few more alternative and eccentric numbers, including the odd novelty foxtrot...
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #20
Peak in subgenre #7
Author
Martin Stirrup
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Martin Stirrup
Uploaded
August 29, 2021
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MP3 9.8 MB • 320 kbps • 4:18
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WAV 43.4 MB
Story behind the song
Like the best rhyming slang, the rhyme is often lost so 'I'm boracic' says it all - thses days often slurred to 'brassic', so I'm sure many users are unaware of the derivation (cf Berk), but I like it in its three-syllable purity! It's then a couple of tales with the opportunity to get in as many different ways of saying skint as possible..
Lyrics
Boracic Lint DC GDG DC GAA7 (x2) F#mBm F#mBmGD F#mBm G BmG A+ AD I met a girl I thought she was the answer to my prayers Although her taste did seem a tad upmarket She drove a Jaguar to match her graces and her airs I didnt even have the cash to park it My little Morris Minor didnt come up to the mark Her looks told me it didnt cut the mustard Perhaps I should have stood up more to her snydey snark But you know Ive always been a cowardy custard.. She said my transport apparatus Was belittling of my status She chose a car for me to buy and then She said it was a classicBut I said sorry I'm boracic Slipped out the door and never saw her again C GDG C GAD C GDG C GD D/F#G Im cleaned out, I'm impecunious financially embarrassed I'm strapped for cash bereft of funds I'm skint I've empty pockets bankrupt, by bailiffs I've been harrassed Without a bean I am boracic lint Im on my beam ands and my uppers and heading for skid row Im lacking any samples from the mint Ive no two coins to rub together, Ive no moulah dontcha know Im stony broke - I am boracic lint Chatting down the pub bout how quick fortunes could be made I guess Id maybe had a glass too many When a geezer with an aura of a rather dubious grade Suggested ways to make a pretty penny I shouldnt have engaged with him, perhaps I led him on So secrets of his dodgy deal he offered Id hate him to think he or his friends had been put upon Once this dubious hand of friendship had been offered He said its safe as houses Put your money where your mouth is A disagreement here could lead to pain As his gestures got more drasticI said sorry Im boracic Slipped out the pub and never went there again. Chorus then: C GDG C GD F#G BbDF#GBb DF#GBb DF#GBb D Even if your starving you cant touch me for a farthing Dont you think its time you took the hint If I told you I had lolly Id be speaking off my trolly I have no financial involvement I feel the pinch I am insolvent I think you know that Im boracic but keep it schtum and keep it tacit Dont you know that Im boracic lint
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