Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
And now Jack’s on his own man
Jack had a gang that he called the Many Grams
Screams calling "London"
I said gigidy-bigidy-up, and just another day
The ones which smelt of gaslight
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
‘Cause she says, "Man he ain’t no better
Good heavens you boys
Lightweight, drink it down, numbing his brain
Gets poured all over her fella
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
The ones in incense drowned
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
With love, God Bless, we lay her body to rest
You’re right, she’s a slut and you never fucking liked her
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
She didn’t like thugs but at the same time understood
Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
None of us heard her coming
And Jay went the same way as Micky and Dan
‘Cause she says, "Man he ain’t no better
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Gets poured all over her fella
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Rip it up, kick it, spit out the views
Than the next man kicking up fuss"
‘Cause she says, "Man he ain’t no better
I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
I'll walk the streets of London
Than the next man kicking up fuss"
So this a short story about the girl Georgina
And the doctor said he couldn’t get the heart there started
Under stress, at best but she’s pleased to see you
Blue-blooded murder of the English tongue
Songwriters: Sir John Betjeman, Jim Parker, James Treays
Than the next man kicking up fuss"
In life he was dealt some shit hands
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
The vast suburban churches
She’s up for doing what she like, any day, more like the night
None of us heard her coming
Oh when my love, my darling
Than the next man kicking up fuss"
I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
Alone, lonely, I'll overdose slowly
She drowned drunk sorrows, that she stole, bought, borrowed
She says, “When I fall, no one catch me
Dependent mans upon the heroin
Screams calling "London"
Now beat up, drugged up, she feeling the strain
None of us heard her coming
Gets poured all over her fella
Get scared, I’ll scream and shout”
Now it all there started with Daddy’s alcoholic
Another sad story that's tragedy
Cause it turned out the last dance killed the pied piper
Gets poured all over her fella
Well done, Jack, glug down that cider
I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
But you know it won’t matter she’ll be passing out
Screams calling "London"
Fickle way ta tickle on my young man’s tipple
Which once seemed all our own
Not like, what, he stopped so shocked
Never seen her worse, clean young mess
Paramedics announced death at 10.30
‘Cause she says, "Man he ain’t no better
He was known as Smack Jack the Cracker Man
Screams calling "London"
You've left me here alone
Publisher: ZOMBA MUSIC PUBLISHERS LTD.
Fella’s will be fella’s 'til the end of time
None of us heard her coming
Her lingo went from the Cockney to the Gringo
Together we have found
But the boys' got the back now