The only place to be, every other Saturday Is strolling down the Fulham Road Meet your mates, have a drink, have a moan and start to think Will there
Oh, don't you see, there's just one way There's just one second, there's just one day Right before your very eyes This very moment is coming alive Yes
Pushing his pen across the page To nowhere in particular He's dreaming of his holidays His stomach's perpendicular He tried to keep his keep fit interest
Sometimes alone I feel so strange Like every little thing's just out of range Breathing in the cold night air It's four am, there's no one there The
When she left, I said take everything, everything that's yours And in the space of only half an hour, the entire room was bare Even the flowers from the
I am a man I am what I am I am a man I am a man I do what I can I am alive I'm alive! I'm alive! Cause What You See is what you get Yeah my friend,
People look through him like he just isn't there Looking so busy but he's going nowhere Just like the pigeons in Trafalgar Square He disappears in the
Three neon pyramids above the door The sign says closed it depends who for On the tables in the their brown suede shoes While the band plays the rhythm
I'll meet in the French House, we'll bump into my mum She'll be wearing orange kaftan, his flys will be undone We're driking pink champagne, although
Here's the simple story of a boy Who didn't know how to enjoy his life Too busy running down the street Running just following his feet As a younger
Terry turns he just cannot sleep From the ceaseless noise out in the street It's too hot and it's too late There's nothing he can do but wait Terry says
Look, here she comes She walks alone Round the Brighton streets She roams And though every man Knows her by name No one knows From whence or where she
Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh Cecilia, I'm down on m my knees I'm begging you please to come home Cecilia,
Oh greedy alcohol, you take me Parade me around these grubby streets Shake me The joy you seem to take Turning me into a fake Like a plastic cherry on
Straight Banana I ain't never ever seen such a straight banana One man's ceiling is another man's floor Someone help me find this door It's not where
Well, here it comes the one you find Sitting here on your own with nothing on your mind So here it comes the one you meet Strolling down the avenue with
Sing up tourists, sing There's a great crowd of tourists and they're coming down the street Pleased as punch with brand new Doctor Marten's on their
The rain falls on my head Runs down my collar, cold as lead The time on my hands Slips through my fingers like sand What if the bus don't stop What if
