Cloudy Room

You're sat on your own, you hear the phone
Your mother calls you
Make a deal, you shake on it
But you know it'll fall through
At the scene you're nice and clean
Everything's sprucey
Up the bar you grab a jar and then bump into Livesey

Well let's get some Gianluca, better phone The Juggler
Oh, you'd better phone The Juggler
Let's get some Gianluca, better phone The Juggler

There's no going back from here
There's no going back from here

Well it's getting late, you're in a state
So you have a sing song
There sits Jim he's sipping Pimms with the one and only Tiny Big Bum
They ring the bell, they ask politely
Can I get a move on?
I play my card, I'm already barred so I tell 'em, "Do one"

Let's get some Gianluca, better phone The Juggler
Oh, you'd better phone The Juggler
Let's get some Gianluca, better phone The Juggler

There's no going back from here
There's no going back from here

I say...

It's the sound of The Twang in the mix
From the city to the sticks

Well I was straight out a cloudy bedroom
Into the cloudy club there's no headroom
Stood in the corner sucking on a Benson
Mate says "Twos?" and I tell him "Buy some"
DJ drops another classic
Problem is that we're all stood static
Danny hitting the dancefloor changing the vibe
Had a little fella now he's come alive

Let your body move to the cloudy room
Let your body groove to the cloudy room

And I swear your girl is giving the eye
I swear that girl is giving the eye
(Let your body move to the cloudy room)
(Let your body groove to the cloudy room
(Let your body move)
There's no time to ask the question, no time to ask the question
What, when, how or why?

So I was straight out of one zone into another
Little bit of Burberry but there ain't no bother
Mine's a Marlon, yours a lager
Want some of what that man just sold yer
DJ drops yet another classic
I look around now everybody's 'avin it
Bass almost simian I clap to the drum
My body keeps rocking to the...
Ba da bum, ba da bum bum, ba da bum
Ba da bum bum, ba da bum bum,
Ba da bum bum, a ba ba ba ba ba ba...

Let your body move to the cloudy room
Let your body groove to the cloudy room
Let your body move
And I swear your girl is giving the eye
I swear your girl is giving the eye

(Let your body move to the Cloudy Room)
(Let your body groove to the Cloudy Room)
There's no time to ask the question, no time to ask the question
Cos I swear your girl is giving the eye
I swear your girl is giving the eye
What, when, how or why?

Let's just fly
Let's just fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Let's just fly...



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Nicholas Clinton, Jonathan Max Watkin, Martin Saunders, Stuart David Hartland, Philip David Etheridge
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