To think that the last of the small town playboys was a little bit like me    Hold on       Well what could that mean?    Well I’m still looking around for leads       Cos when it comes to playboys    Small towns are bursting at the seams       England’s getting fat    But this suit is wearing thin    So deal me another hand    Before the games begin       Well what do you do if the world owes you something?    What else is there to do    When the world owes you something new?       I want you just to forget myself    I need you just to forget myself    I want you just to forget myself       And so the last of the small town playboys    Is a little bit like me    Hold on    Now what could that mean?       No hope of hope and glory    Spilling down the Camden Road    I’m in it for the story    That you spit at me in code       Well, my hearts in a headlock and my soul goes on unsung    Unsung for the lonely       Well what do you do when your world owes you something?    Oh what is there to do    When the world owes you something new?       I want you just to forget myself    I need you just to forget myself    I’ve got you just to forget myself       I need you    I want you    I’ve got you just to forget myself       I need you    I want you    I’ve got you just to forget myself