Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Beautiful South, Like the contents of your handbag
You don't know why
By Beautiful South, Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet
By Beautiful South, Eyes to take you dancing,
Mouth to leave your wife,
Legs to
By Beautiful South, Think of you with pipe and slippers,
think of her in
By Beautiful South, Build your dream castle out of sand
It's bound to
By Beautiful South, Have fun
And if you can't have fun
Have someone else's fun
'cause
By Beautiful South, Well sitting in a bar alone
where no-one knows your
By Beautiful South, You can't write a novel from a briefcase
You can
By Beautiful South, They could be fat or could be thin
They could
By Beautiful South, Like the toupee on a fading fame
The final whistle
By Beautiful South, And the women tug their hair
Like they're trying to
By Beautiful South, Ginger Elvis Presley looked a fraction sad
Roaming the whole
