We don't eat in no white restaurants
We're eating in a
Well, I have been it every since I was a
Your date has gone home
Now you're left on your own
Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane
You spiked my arm
But you missed the
We only knew each other by a letter
When I met
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of
These tables are haunted by the ghost of Las Vegas
Their
On Silvertown way the cranes stand high
Quiet and gray against
After two thousand came two thousand and one
To be the
Don't you love the sound of the last laugh my
Big black cloud
On a yellow plain
Sure enough it
Looks like rain
Packin'
The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's
The rock you stood upon
Is broken up and gone
Hey Babe,