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Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella

'Cause she says, man he ain't no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by ya river

Screams calling London (LONDON!)
None of us heard her coming, I guess the carpet weren't rolled out.


Oh when my love, my darling,
You've left me here alone,
To 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 @@#!ney to the Gringo,
Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along,

And tell all the fellas that the lady is single,
Quicker way ta tickle on my young man's ting
She's up for doing what she like, any day more like the night

She downed, drunk, sorrowed 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


(Good heavens you boys!
Blue blooded murder of the English tounge)

BLUP!

[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 %#@! hands,

But the boys' got the back now
And Jay went the same way as Nicky and Dan
Dependent mans upon the other ones

And my 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 !@#% and you never $#&@ing liked her
Not like, what, He stopped so shocked,

Cause it turned out the last half killed the pied piper
Tough little big man,
Friends with your daughters,

Only 'cause they drive him to pick up all his quarters,
Brawler, larger lout brawlers, bought them their filth and they're free
But they ain't near da border

Two young gun's
Got ya held by da corner, always did a favour but never took a order
Behave young scallywag! A fine young Gal I had

Glad ragged up, but only ever getting !@$) hags,
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags,
Slag better understand he came for the glamour,

But this tag original, superficial the issue,
But one day Jack had thirty-five doppelgangers


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(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, chuck it down, numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn't get the heart der started,

Now beat up, drugged, she feeling the strain
She said, In a rut what the $#&@ I'm supposed to do?
Suck 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 passing out,
I said gigidy-bigidy-up

Just another day
Another sad story that's tragedy -
Paramedics announced death at 10.30
Rip it up, kick it, spit out the views...


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