So Lonely Was The Ballad (Live Session) - Jamie T
Written by：Jamie Treays
So lonely was the ballad
Harmonica man sam was so knackered after jives of love
He puts on the gloves and then puts on his hat
Then it's home to the missus who sits on his tongue
Selfish sons with their packs of cigarettes
Forking out two take your girl with the ticket
Sometimes sane other times not with it
Standing at the picket hands they're freezing
Girls with their pearls on the flex of Monroe
It's an half g blow Marilyn's gone loco
Navaho hi ho silver
Hey ho let's go dancing with the average joes
We talk with their fists and argue with their friends
Always take the piss loyal in the end
Watch out 'cause they'll steal your girlfriend
Take her 'round the back she'll come back limping
Girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs still looking dangerous
Oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane
Give it up when you got no game well oh
Oh this is definitely all for you
So remember when you choke there's a reason being
We leaving the town 'cause we ain't been believing
Blowing up smoke from the lungs to the ceiling
Making sure nightmares turn up when you're dreaming
We all good we can bounce this way
On the mike everyday kicking up the country oh
Good time in the old city
Who listening and who wants more
'Cause the girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs and they're still looking dangerous
Oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane
Give it up when you got no game
I said oh this is definitely all for you
And how it was they noticed
How the panic times subsided after listening to this tape
So we would appreciate your feedback
People who have panic attacks
Often feel that they should be able to deal with them
And indeed the resources you need are already within you
It's just that sometimes the appropriate responses
Some of them said you never made the cut
And young son break away wanna be older
Sober as a judge as the door slammed shut
Three bags full and a yes for the no sir
Say as you leave them get up and go go
Say 'hello showaddy waddy wa wo wo
There's never been a better way
Than getting right out of this town on Monday Monday
Well I still wear my old tap shoes they fit
You and me looked twelve years old back
When I was ten whilst boozy suzie
Got woozy with a hoozy advantage taken
If I ever see again that chaperon
Get kicked in the teeth by street done tone
Dress is ripped and her shoes are soaking
One step three back drinking potion
Girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs and they're still looking dangerous
Oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane and a
Give it up when you got no game
Well oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane and a
Give it up when you got no game
Well oh this is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane and a
Give it up when you got no game
Well oh this is definitely all for you
