My baby's in the kitchen on a big red trombone
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I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone.
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Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow,
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Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho.
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I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
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Paul's in the hall with the bedroom plaything,
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Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing.
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Everybody cries "Well, good for you Paul".
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We never liked her very much at all
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I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
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I'm just swinging on magic shoes
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Got three wee chords, and I just can't lose.
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I'm just finding my own way there
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So I lost my voice and I grew my hair
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Brother John's long gone,
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Keeps his nose clean
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He's sucking on a black and white TV screen.
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Says he got a girl and a paper (paid for?) memory,
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Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry
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I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
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Ella's in the band but she's always solo,
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Dressed in rags and covered in dayglo,
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Banging on the drums like a big white throwback,
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Screaming all the while at her husband poor Jack.
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I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
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I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
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Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
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Might just split and go half as slow.
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And me, your dog and your one man show.
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[GUITAR SOLO]
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I'm just swinging on magic shoes
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Got three wee chords, and I just can't lose.
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I'm just finding my own way there
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So I lost my voice and I grew my hair
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I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
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Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
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Might just split and go half as slow.
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And me, your dog and your one man show.
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Ella's In The Band
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The Fratellis |