Standard (EADGBE)
Verse
You walked all the way from The Griffin to The Moon and Bell
Threw up outside The Curzon and that's the way you fell
And that's how you ripped your tights
But you made it back on your feet alright
With the girl from bakers oven holding back your hair
The girl from bakers oven holding back your hair
Verse
The garden had a dream for one on beer and I was gone
I picked the fights I couldn't finish
With a marine from the village he won
And sometime later on his birthday
He made the pages of the *** of ***
Get it out for the lads
Get it up for the brittish
Get it off for the town
Let it down for the village
Chorus
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Verse
Well we ended up in echoes
Making lips of the flaw
We'd run out of conversations two friday nights before
The room was spinning I wasn't dancing
The beat was much too old for dancing
My feet followed my neck and found the door
I wish I didn't have to hang out here anymore
Chorus
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La la la la la la la
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(Solo)
Verse
Well you got a lift back home to waltzing on the waltz
With a head like the waltzes bruces and ashtray clothes
And in the evening when you wake up
You will slap make-up on the make-up
That you slapped on the skin the night before
That you slapped on the skin the night before
Chorus
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