Lyrics

Well, I've never had a car
I've never been near a lorry
Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose
My codename's Happy Harry 
I'm into C.B.

I've had loads of jobs for very minute lolly 
Creation schemes, so I suppose I was lucky
And the money it took to buy the C.B. set took lines off my belly
My codename's Cedar Plank
I'm into C.B.
I'm into C.B.

At sixteen I drank cheap sherry
Got plastered in the stations and swing parks
Off my mother I stole some money
Had a treat with a bottle of Martini
So sick I couldn't walk or sit
Since then I've not touched it
I won't bore you with tales of being greedy
I'm just into C.B.
I'm into C.B.

My family's a weird lot
My stepsister's got a horrible growth
Listens to all this muzak shit
Reads Smash Hits while she's eating her tea 
To me it sounds like bad C.B.

My father's not bad really
He got me these wires and bits
Apart from that he talks to me hardly
I'm just into C.B.

This is Happy Harry Plank from the land of waving palms
Calling out to Cedar Plank
Four seven seven C C C
There's no Code Thirteen in the home of chocolate city
I'm having trouble with the terminology 
But I'm into C.B.

I've got this letter before me
It's buff with a confidential seal
I'd better open it
It's a fine and a formal threat
I should have listened to "New Face in Hell" 
The date expired last week
Up here I forget what time it is
It says you're going to go when you go
Or else you're for it boy
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next mail you get will be mail in gaol
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next year mail in gaol
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next time I'm out I'll join a riot
That's the last you'll hear for me
I'll keep clear of C.B.
Keep clear of C.B.
Keep clear of C.B.