Darren Hanlon - Fire Engine lyrics

Ripples round the bar they don't know what to think For prince of the pen has himself a new favourite drink To blow on bruised skin takes away the sting I've half a mind to take him for a fling The most uncouth of colours that you have ever seen 30mls of vodka lemonade and grenadine The smoke makes me sick and i don't know where to look There's a church mouse in the corner with her nose stuck in a book And he says the flavour's flambouyant Each sip sweetly poignant with a wave of the hand and a flick of the fringe It baffles the quibblers, nit-pickers, nut-nibblers and unusual weapon to choose for a binge Would these words sound the same on high street in broad daylight But nothing escapes the ears of a playwright He listens intently from the backseat of a Bentley Let this feeling of change take hold of me gently Now there's fog on the Isis and the poets all blush This scene is straight from the stroke of an impressionists brush And now his gla** is sat there next to mine 30mls of vodka lemonade and grenadine