and ride. And we'd think about never coming back. And if I had to leave, then bury me Where the counties meet. And know that: This place was all I had. People
Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is not The point's that
Get on your dancing shoes There's one thing on your mind Hoping they?re looking for you Sure you'll be rummaging' through And the shit, shock, horror
but deaf He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar I don't quite know the distance But I'm sure that's far Yeah I'm sure that's pretty far And
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders are
away Oh, but it's right hard to remember That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Well now then Mardy Bum Oh I'm
you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun Well I ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes That might be a surprise but it's true That I'm
pound fifty We've only gone about a yard Didn't you see she were gorgeous She were beyond belief But this lad at the side drinking his Smirnoff Ice Came and paid for her Tropical Reef But I'm
ever so funny Coz I don't think you're special I don't think you're cool you're just probably alright But under these lights you look beautiful And I'm
Oh those silly boys in blue Well they won't catch me and you Have you been drinking, son You don't look old enough to me I'm sorry, officer Is there
Anticipation has a habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there'll be some love Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah
I said he's a scumbag, don't you know! Although you're trying not to listen Overt your eyes and staring at the ground She makes a subtle proposition "I'm
s at its peak, when you're coming up to speak And oh I'm so tense, never tenser Could all go a bit Frank Spencer And I'm talking gibberish Tip of the
I think they want it all to kick off They want, arms flying everywhere and Bottles aswell it's just Something to talk about A story to tell you Well I'm
(M.Leonard & H.Martin) I'm all smiles, darling You'd be too If you knew, darling All of the smiles were for you I'm all chills, darling Through and
put us together again People talk so let people talk We won't hit the ground if we are the talk of the town People talk People talk so let people talk
me cause I'm a people Now a monkey don't have to shoot and speak All he do is drink his fees Oh me what luxury but I'm a people Now I spell a P a little
gazing at an 8 by 10 Thinking bout the way It might have been Its a dirty, rotten, shame Talkin bout you and me And the games people play People walking
