Well the room was pink and the signs were serious
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Paperback dolls being slapped delirious
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Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath
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And if it was Saturday night in the year of the good theif
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Well I tumbled up the stairs the wrong way round
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I hit my head on the ceiling when my feet hit the ground
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And then the big dumb blonde in the gold fish bowl
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Cried "Ella's in the band but she's got no soul!"
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My friend John was the serious one
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Buttoned up the back and a job half done
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Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
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His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
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When will he ever learn?
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Well my night was spent and my money was young
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And then I had to get home before my neck was wrung
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And everybody danced in the same old way
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And if I'm feeling old and desperate I'll be back someday
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My friend John was the serious one
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Buttoned up the back and a job half done
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Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
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His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
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When will he ever learn?
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My Friend John
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| The Fratellis |
