For all you 80's kids.
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raf dug said:
Living in a Box- most inventive lyrics ever.
Living in a box were good but for lyrics you can't beat squeeze
I never thought it would happen, with me and a girl from Clapham,
Out on a windy common, that night I ain't forgotten,
When she dealt all the rations, of some or other passions,
I said you are a lady, perhaps she said, I may be....
We moved into a basement with thoughts of our engagement,
We stayed in by the telly, although the room was smelly,
We spent our time just kissing, the Railway Arms were missing,
But love had got us hooked up, and all our time it took up....
I got a job with Stanley, he said I'd come in handy,
And started me on Monday, so I had a bath on Sunday,
I worked eleven hours, and bought the girl some flowers,
She said she'd seen a doctor, and nothing now could stop her....
Ahh they just don't do rhymes like that anymore!
She unscrews the top of her new whiskey bottle
shuffles about in her candlelit hovel
like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
she smells like the cat and the nieghbours she sickens
the black and white TV has long seen a picture
the cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
the postman delivers the final reminders
she sells off the silver and poodles in china
drinks to remember I me and myself
and winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
home is a love that I miss very much
so the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
Pure class
shuffles about in her candlelit hovel
like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
she smells like the cat and the nieghbours she sickens
the black and white TV has long seen a picture
the cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
the postman delivers the final reminders
she sells off the silver and poodles in china
drinks to remember I me and myself
and winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
home is a love that I miss very much
so the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
Pure class
The Sweeney's doing 90 cos they got the word to go,
They get a gang of villains in a shed up at 'eathrow,
They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again,
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names,
It's funny how their missus always looks the bleedin' same,
And meanwhile at the station there's a coupla likely lads,
Who swear like how's your father and they're very cool for cats they're cool for cats....
I just wish they'd write stuff like this these days....oh no I think I'm turning into my parents
They get a gang of villains in a shed up at 'eathrow,
They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again,
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names,
It's funny how their missus always looks the bleedin' same,
And meanwhile at the station there's a coupla likely lads,
Who swear like how's your father and they're very cool for cats they're cool for cats....
I just wish they'd write stuff like this these days....oh no I think I'm turning into my parents
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