The Asking Tree Releases Gigs Lyrics

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Author
Robyn Hitchcock
According to our records, Robyn has played this song 17 times, most recently at Nashville Rooms on June 02, 1979. He first performed it at Rock Garden on December 22, 1978, 5 months earlier.
Title Artist Label Type Year
A Can of Bees The Soft Boys Two Crabs Music Album 1979
Only The Stones Remain The Soft Boys Armageddon Records Single 1981
Invisible Hits The Soft Boys Midnight Music Album 1983
The Day They Ate Brick The Soft Boys Polarad Electronics Corporation Bootleg 1987
Venue Billed As City State Country Date
Rock Garden The Soft Boys London England UK 12/22/1978
Hope & Anchor The Soft Boys London England UK 01/12/1979
Sidney Sussex College The Soft Boys Cambridge England UK 01/26/1979
Nashville Rooms The Soft Boys London England UK 02/02/1979
Nashville Rooms The Soft Boys London England UK 03/03/1979
UCL (University College London) The Soft Boys London England UK 03/05/1979
Rock Garden The Soft Boys London England UK 03/10/1979
Hope & Anchor The Soft Boys London England UK 03/24/1979
Brillig Arts Centre The Soft Boys Bath England UK 04/21/1979
University of East Anglia The Soft Boys Norwich England UK 04/27/1979
The Penthouse The Soft Boys Scarborough England UK 05/04/1979
Newcastle Polytechnic The Soft Boys Newcastle upon Tyne England UK 05/06/1979
Reading University The Soft Boys Reading England UK 05/09/1979
Warwick University The Soft Boys Coventry England UK 05/12/1979
Routes The Soft Boys Exeter England UK 05/17/1979
Norbreck Castle Hotel The Soft Boys Blackpool England UK 05/23/1979
Nashville Rooms The Soft Boys London England UK 06/02/1979

Lyrics

Old lady bent like a question mark
With a shopping bag and a skin of bark
And around your neck I see
A figurine like me
Danglin' on a leather thong
I hang inverted all night long

Yeah

Tell me where I'm gonna die
Was it worth the baby's cry?
That's a tricky question son
It's been so long since you was one

Honey, please deliver me
From all that hangs upon the asking tree
Ha ha ha ha ha yeah

Beneath the tree the baby lay
The sky was black and the pram was grey
Its chestnut eyes roll round in fright
But what hung up there on the right

Ah no no, this ain't me
Hangin' on the asking tree

I don't know much but I sure can tell
Your porky soul is gonna fry in hell
And the grease will spit
And the fat will roll
Like a hamburger
That's all your soul
Is worth: Processed beef clippings
Tear the skin right off of me
And hang it on the asking tree