how many cups of wine have i consumed (too many)
these people realise im all past my tune,
drinking whiskey on a brave new evening ooh
these people realise that im all past my tune
strike a light,
raise your glasses,
drink a toast to the bohemian classes..
of albion eh?
spilling out your soul.
love is on the dole.
you are beautiful. yeah?
(dont mean to add personal matter.. but dont believe them fucking chatters - robs got ee's wires crossed for one.. you see?)
ahh my mother she screaaams like "BEN YOUR FUCKING SONG WONT GET OUT OF MY HEAD" so i hear the oopening chords.. oh mary mary, she was always quite contrary.. shes a right funny soul, clipped me round the ear earlier "cant stick at anything you" pointy finger xx ahh peter whats your mobile number like im not cool and fannish these days..