Guitar George with his cannon and his torch
There was a man in the field
With a big bottle of Jack and a family on his back
Did what he could honestly
With spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Blown sky high, sky high, sky high
Life without song would be a sentence way too long
My father's still warmed their hearts too
I've got a bitter reason what I feel for you today
Remember that long Saturday
With spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Blown sky high, sky high, sky high
My brother said that the papers were all wet
And no one would dare criticize
And they all hoped it was true, that the law be on their side
Big red cheeks and blue noses
With spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Spirits under pressure
Put together in his spare time
Blown sky high, sky high, sky high