Felt (UK) - Mobile Shack lyrics

I was born in my mother's bed In a downstairs room 12 melville road In birmingham I was shocked to see the novelty Of a litlle old fat bald thing It was my old man "i was born in the back Of a mobile shack And my father said to me son I'm gonna call you james" Working in a shop Is a dead end job I left after eight weeks It was just as well 'Cause coming up behind me Like a high speed train Was the new york city new wave Verlaine hell I was born in the back Of a mobile shack And my mother said to me son Play guitar Now I've got it easy Doing the things that i always wanted But it's not enough I'm gonna shoot out of this decade In a spaceship Failing that A hippy bus