Talking Wag Club Blues

歌詞

Well the sun goes down on London town But it never sets on Oxford Street Those well spoken young men and their bouncers Are trying to create a well dressed elite And all on private medicine, tut tut Once inside join the rising tide Of people who are so proud to get in Who think their face is their fortune But under their skin their ugly as sin Didn't I meet you down at the clinic? And lots of boys with lots of poise And hair right down to their hips There're lots of pretty girls with suntans And cold sores on their lips Is he your boyfriend Or is he just here to hold your coat? Or take it off, take it off, take it off And let's find out Half assed tries with half cast eyes Are sucking in their cheeks until it hurts Lots of twats in funny hats With Karl Marx printed on their shirts Will tell you revolution is just a state of mind Oh this is Saturday night In the West End alright And these people are not my kind You can cut the rug with this week's drug Make 'em all queue up to lick your arse Wear a T-Shirt that says "Young, free and single" Or a big badge that says "I'm hip; I'm working class". The place is full of earholes Who hang on every word that they speak Who believe what they write about themselves Week after week after week after week I don't know how they get away with it They should be ashamed While if it's all so bloody beautiful Well take it home and have it framed