Oh they might wear classic reeboks
Or knackered converse
Or trackie bottoms
Get on your dancing shoes
There's one thing on your mind
Oh,
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to
Last night these two bouncers
And one of 'em's alright
The other
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the
Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown and it's like
Well I've seen your eyes as they fix on me
Ask if we can have six in, if not we'll
So up rolls a riot van
And sparks excitement in
Oh, well it's never so funny
'cause I don't think you're
Anticipation has the habit to set you up
For disappointment in
So who's that girl there?
I wonder what went wrong
So that
One look sends it coursing through the veins, oh how