Bedford, Bedford, down the street
met a man, had a drink
brown in the gla**
stupid and sweet
Bedford
Call from the bar
and he'll throw down the key
hang out the window
I'll catch it, catch me
brown in the gla**
stupid and sweet
Bedford
Should I have stood up
on the table to dance
kick off my boots
lampshade a hat
something a souvenir
hopeless to grasp
foolish
Should I have stood up
on the table to dance
at least I'd be dancing
not laid flat on my back
something a souvenir
hopeless to grasp
foolish, foolish
Bedford, Bedford, down the street
climbing the stairs
having a seat
brown in the gla**
stupid and sweet
Bedford