(ron wood/rod stewart)
Too bad we was thrown downstairs
You never got a chance to sing
We were quite polite
With one invite
To keep us off the streeet
We mingled for a minute or two
With the high cla** clientele
And then somebody said who invited them
Them that crowd of refugees
What an insult to be shown the door
Before we could shake a leg
I was most intrigued by the colored queen
Bleeding on the kitchen door
Then i was ushered with my friends
By the butler who was twelve feet tall
Well let me please explain
That were not to blame
We just don't have the right accent
No, no
All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh you know its a shame
I was always getting the pain
All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh you know its a shame
How we always get the blame
Twenty girls, damp hotels
Is where i'm gonna stay
Cause now i see what it's all about
I didn't at the old school side
Don't worry we had more fun
Waiting for the all night bus
Too bad my regional tongue
Gave us away again