(Chorus) 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 a river
Screams calling London (LONDON…)
None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out.
* Oh when my love, my darling,
You've left me here alone,
I'll 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;*
A lean girl went from the cotty to the gringo,
Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along,
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single,
Fickle way to tickle on my young man’s?
She’s out there doing what she likes, any game all of the night
She’s ground drunk so? That she stole ??
She didn’t like fags but at the same time understood
Fella’s will be fella’s till the end of time
(Heaven’s what a noise!
The cold blooded murder of the English town - blap!
Jack had a gang that he called the milligrams,
He was known a s Smack Jack the Crackerman,
In life he was dealt some shit hands,
But the boy’s got the back now
And they went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the arrow?
And man, 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 slut, and you never fucking liked her
Not like, what, He stopped so shocked,
Cause it turned out the last? killed the pied piper
Tough little?,
Friends with your daughters,
Only ‘cause they bribe ‘em to pick ‘em with quarters,
Brawler, lover out brawling, bought all the filth in the?
But they ain’t need a?
???
But you held that corner, always need a favour but never took a order?
Behave young scallywag a fine young girl I had
??
Hung her on his shoulder, cheap rag shot tag
Slag better understand he came with the glamour,
But this tag original, superficial the issue,
But one near Jack the dirty five doppelgangers
(Chorus)Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella (LONDON…)
‘Cause she says man he ain’t no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London (LONDON…)
None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
(It’s over man, it’s over! LONDON….)
So here’s a short story about the girl Georgina,
Never a worse, clean young mess
Under stress, at best but she’s pleased to see you
Well, love God Bless, we lay her body to rest
Now it all there started with Daddy’s alcoholic
Lightweight chucked down, numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn’t get the heart near starting,
Now beat up, drugged, and she’s feeling the strain
She said, “In a rut what the fuck I’m supposed to do?”
Suck it up, star, and stop keep running through,
“True, but you try it ain’t easy to do.”
She been buckled up, beaten from the bat like a prat
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 love a ? Slowly, get scared, I’ll scream and shout” -
But you know it won’t matter she’ll be passing out,
I said ????
Just another day-ay
Another sad story this tragedy -
Paramedic announced dead for 10.30-ay-ay
Rep it up, kick it, spit out the views…
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella (LONDON…)
‘Cause she says man he ain’t no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella (LONDON…)
‘Cause she says man he ain’t no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London (LONDON…)
None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out.
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