Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured over her fella
Cos she says 'man he ain't no better
then the next man kicking up fuss',
 [bad word] she stumbles down by a river, screams calling 'London',
None of us heard [bad word] 
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 drowned)

Her lingo went from the [bad word] to the gringo
Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along
Tell all the fellas that the lady is single, a fickle way to tickle on a young man's tipple,
Shes up for doing what she likes
anyday more like night
She drowned [bad word] sorrows that she stole, bought, borrowed
She didn't like fights but at the same time understood
Fellas'll be fellas till the end of time

(Good heavens what a noise, cold blooded murder of the English tongue, Blup!)

Jack had a gang that he called the Manygrams
He was known as Smack Jack the Cracker Man
In life he was dealt some [bad word] hands
But the boy's got the back now
And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependant mans upon the other ones
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 [bad word] and you never f**king liked her
Not like what he stopped, so shocked
Cause it turns out the last dance killed the Pied Piper
Tough little big man, friends with your daughter
Only cause they bribe him to pick up his quarters
Brawler, lager lout brawlers
Fall to the floor and they're free
But they ain't near the border
Two young guns down by a hellfire corner
Always did a favour, but never took an order
Behave young scallywag, a fine young Gallahad
Glad dragged out up but only ever getting [bad word] hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags
Slag better understand he came for the glamour
But this sound's original, Superficial the issue
For one near Jack the dirty five doppelgangers

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It get's poured all over her fella
Cos she says 'Man he ain't no better'
Than the next man kicking up fuss
 [bad word]  she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard [bad word] 
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

(Its over man it's over
LOONDON!)

So this a short story 'bout the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, clean young mess
Under stress, at best
But she pleased to see ya
With love, God bless, we lay her body to rest
Now it all there started with Daddy's alcoholic
Lightweight, drinking down, numbing his brain
And the Doctor said he couldn't get the heart der' started
Beat up, [bad word] up, she feeling the strain
She says 'In [bad word]  what the f**k I supposed to do?'
Suck it out star, start [bad word] through
 [bad word]  but you try it an't easy to do
She been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat
Don't know where she going but she know where she at
So Geooorgie, it's time to chain react
But the [bad word] 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,
I'll get scared, I'll scream and shout'
But you know it won't matter she'll be passing out
I said Giggidy Biggidy up just another day
Another sad story that's tragedy the
Paramedic announced death for ten-thirty
Rip it up, kick it, spit out the views

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It get's poured all over her fella
Cos she says 'Man he ain't no better'
than the next man kicking up fuss
 [bad word]  she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling L