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More Tour Dates for 2011

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More dates have now been confirmed for Mike’s Autumn Tour (Oct/Nov 2011)

Me, a guitar and some more daft stuff

An evening of songs, daft stories and monologues from the man once described as ‘The grandfather of alternative comedy.’ After 15 years concentrating on writing and broadcasting, fell walking and fly-fishing, Mike’s back on the road again. A small-scale tour earlier this year went down so well he decided to return to his roots with a vengeance. With a couple of guitars and more than forty years of material to draw on Mike will lead you into his own comic world with stories and songs that have had audiences collapsing with laughter from South Shields to Sidney, Huddersfield to Hong Kong.

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Rochdale Cowboy

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ROCHDALE COWBOY

Never before in the history of mankind has the story been told of those brave frontiersmen who carved out a passage in the Northwest and made it a place fit for heroes to live in.
This is the story of one such man, sausage tosser extraordinaire, his name – Fred Ackroyd.

CHORUS:
It’s hard being a cowboy in Rochdale.
Spurs don’t fit right on me clogs.
Yee-haa
Hard being a cowboy in Rochdale,
Cos people laugh when I ride past on our Alsatian dog.

Almost every night
There’s a tripe and cowheel fight
In our local pie and pea saloon,
And poor old Uncle Fred
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos he tried to kiss a girl who’s a boy called Sue.

CHORUS

When the sun shines in the west,
That’s the time that I like best,
And I go out punching cows with me brother Jack
And poor old Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos he punched one cow and she went and punched him back.

CHORUS

In the local Temperance bar,
We’d go and have a jar.
There’s sarsaparilla and liquorice juice to drink
And poor old Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos he supped the stuff they use to clean the sink.

CHORUS

Yer know when us cowpokes hits town,
We go and horse around
With them good-time girls in the house of Mucky Peg.
When Auntie Kitty found Uncle Fred,
He spent 18 months in bed
Cos you can’t run fast with your pants halfway down your legs.

CHORUS

It’s hard being a cowboy in Rochdale.
Spurs don’t fit right on me clogs.
Hard being a cowboy in Rochdale,
Cos people laugh when I ride past on our Alsatian dog.

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