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		"PEGGY'S BIRTHDAY", specially commissioned for Peggy's 60th Birthday celebration at Birmingham Town Hall, is now available as a download at the Talkawhile Emporium! He came from Acocks Green, man, you have never been Anywhere until you've been to Birmingham You've got to have a sense of humour when you're born a baby boomer And mum forgot the vodka in the pram He was a boy about town he was never around When the consequences hit the fan He was playing "Yellow Ribbon" with a little Stevie Gibbon He was going to be a rock'n'roll man This was Birmingham in the nineteen sixties Everybody out of their head Eddie Cochrane was a god, Peggy was a mod, then He became an Ugly and news began to spread There'll be a plaque no fear on a site near here Is the birthplace of David Pegg He wanted to be better than the rest all put together So he learnt to play the bass on one leg Ian Campbell came along needed bass on a song It's maybe time for Dave to confess They asked him if he could ever play double bass Peggy looked them in the eye and said, yes He met a short-arse guy with a gleam in his eye And a cigarette stuck to his face He played violin with a bloody awful grin, and His dungarees were just a disgrace Swarb said to Pegg there's a golden egg Down at Island Records come and see With the band I mentioned Fairport Convention They're playing folk music like it wasn't meant to be So he left all and sundry, moved across country To the world of folk rock and here's the rub He was straight on the phone to say how much he felt at home Joe Boyd had put the Fairports in a pub It was world wide fame, a household name, he Was the epitome of success He was very well behaved he was not at all depraved And he never ever drank to excess But back in London town, Punk was the sound And now the band represented a risk So the record label said we're putting this to bed We'll pay you not to make another disc So when there was a lull he joined Jethro Tull, he said I've got to do something what the hell I'm going to look a sight but I think I'll be alright The leader of the band plays on one leg as well So, on the road to mammon with the lord of the salmon And a bottle of tequila on his lap The volume no doubt made his hair fall out That's when he put the sequins in the cap Back in Oxfordshire everybody feared Fairport were losing the thread Goodbye they used to say it's the last time we play Then they started up a festival instead And Peggy rang his mates giving everybody dates Saying Cropredy's the place you ought to be, he said I'm not being funny but there isn't any money The Strawbs are playing Saturday for free So everybody came and the festival's name Was a byword for peace and harmony Peggy had a ball, not surprising, after all The bar was longer than a bar has ever been He's not complicated, he's just desiccated, A dedicated jolly good egg When he gets into bed there's still a plectrum on his head, so I'm told, Happy birthday, Dave Pegg. © David Hughes 2007