[Hook - Jamie T]
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cos she says, man he ain't no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London (LONDON!)
None of us heard her coming, I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
[John Betjeman]
Oh when my love, my darling
You've left me here alone
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own
The vast suburban churches
Together we have found:
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown'd
[Verse 1]
Her lingo went from the co*kney to the Gringo
Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
Fickle way ta tickle on my young man's tipple
She's up for doing what she like, any day, more like the night
She drowned, drunk, sorrows that she stole, bought, borrowed
She didn't like fights but at the same time understood
Fella's will be fella's 'til the end of time
[John Betjeman]
(Good heavens you boys!
Blue blooded murder of the English tongue
BLUH!
[Verse 2]
Jack had a gang that he called the Many Grams
He was known as Smack Jack the Crackerman
In life he was dealt some sh** hands
But the boys' got the back now
And Jay went the same way as Micky and Dan
Dependent mans upon the h**ns
And man Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack's on his own man
Well done, Jack! Glug down that cider
You're right, she's a s*ut and you never f**ing liked her
Not like, what, he stopped so shocked
Cause it turned out the last dance k**ed the pied piper
Tough little big man
Friends with your daughters
Only cause they drive him to pick up on his courters
Brawler, lager lout brawlers
Brought them their filth and they're free
But they ain't near da border
Two young gun's down by a Hellfire Corner
Always did a favour but never took a order
Behave young scallywag! A fine young Galahad
Glad ragged up, but only ever getting f*g hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags
Slag better understand he came for the glamour
But this sound's original, superficial the issue
But one day Jack had thirty-five doppelgangers
[Hook]
(It's over man, it's over. LONDON!)
[Verse 3]
So here's a short story about the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, clean young mess
Under stress, at best but she's pleased to see you
With love, God Bless, we lay her body to rest
Now it all there started with Daddy's alcoholic
Lightweight, drinking down, numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn't get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up, she feeling the strain
She said "In a rut, what the f** I supposed to do?"
s** it out, start, stop. Keep running through
True, but you try it ain't easy to do
She been buckle-belt beaten from the back like a brat
Dunno where she's going, but she know where she at
So Georgie - it's time to chain react
But the truth is, you know, she'll probably fall back
Tears stream down her face, she screamed away:
"When I fall, no-one catch me
Alone, lonely, I'll overdose slowly, get scared, I'll scream and shout"
But you know it won't matter she'll be pa**ing out
I said gigidy-bigidy-up
Just another day
Another sad story, that's tragedy -
Paramedic announced d**h at 10.30
Rip it up, kick it, spit up the views...
[Hook]