Bristol Babes

Ba-ba, ba-ba,-ba

Looks like it's summertime in the west country again
And my heart goes out to all the unlucky men
Who don't live in or near these
Parts, where ev'ry girl's a work of art
You'd be foolish if you didn't think the same

Coz we got beauty in abundance on the streets
At ev'ry corner you can worship at its feet
If you're looking for religion around here you'd be forgiven
For believing you had found the deity

Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes
Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes

Heaven isn't pearly gates or seraphim
Lesser angels hold the key to get you in
Like the girl in BS8 ascending Park St with her mates
As the bells of the cathedral start to ring

And you sense this is no ordinary day
As she starts to leave her friends and walk your way
When she goes to take your hand, you know you're in the promised land
And salvation is already on its way

Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes
Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes
Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes
I sing your praise, sing your praise

Looks like it's summertime in the west country again
And we expect to get a fair amount of rain
But after all these April showers Bristol girls appear like flowers
And the city centre's blooming once again

And we've got beauty in abundance on the streets
At ev'ry corner you can worship at its feet
Nowhere else compares to Bristol, 'cept for maybe San Francisco
When the hippy chicks are turning up the heat.

Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes
Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes
Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes
Bristol Babes, Bristol Babes

I sing your praise

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