Sheila
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
Oh, when my love, my darling
You've left me here alone
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own
The vast suburban churches
Together we have found
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
Any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
A fickle way to tickle on my young man's ting
She's up for doing what she like
Any day more like the night
She drowned drunk sorrows
That she stole, bought, borrowed
She didn't like fights
But at the same time understood
Fellas will be fellas 'til the end of time
Good heavens, you boys
Blue-blooded murder of the English tongue
Jack had a gang that he called, "The Many Grams"
He was known as, "Smack Jack the Cracker Man"
In life, he was dealt some shit hands
Ah, but the boys got the bat now
And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroins
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack's on his own, man
Well done Jack, glug down that cider
You're right, she's a slut
And you never fucking liked her
Not like what he stopped so shocked
'Cause it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
Tough little big man
Friends with your daughters
Only 'cause they drive him
To pick up all his quarters
Crawler, lager lout brawlers
Fall on the floor, think they're free
But they ain't near the border
Too young, gunned down by your hell fire corner
Always did a favour but never took a order
Behave young scallywag, a fine young Galahad
Glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag
Slag better understand he came for the glamour
But this town's original superficial the issue
For one dear Jack, there 35 doppelgängers
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
So this a short story 'bout the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, a clean young mess
Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya
With love, God bless, we lay her body at rest
Now it all dear started with daddy's alcoholic
Lightweight drink it down, numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn't get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain
She says, "In a rut, what the fuck I s'pose to do?"
"Suck it up start stop keep running through"
True, but you try, ain't easy to do
She been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat
Dunno where she goin' but she know where she at
So Georgy it's time to chain react
But the truth is you know she probably fought back
Tears stream down her face, she screamed away
When I fall, no one catch me
Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I'll scream and shout
But you know it won't matter, she'll be passing out
I say, "Giggidibiggidi up" just another day
Another sad story, that's tragedy
Paramedic announced death at 10:30
Rip it up, kick it to spit up the views
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
Oh, when my love, my darling
You've left me here alone
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own
The vast suburban churches
Together we have found
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
Any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
A fickle way to tickle on my young man's ting
She's up for doing what she like
Any day more like the night
She drowned drunk sorrows
That she stole, bought, borrowed
She didn't like fights
But at the same time understood
Fellas will be fellas 'til the end of time
Good heavens, you boys
Blue-blooded murder of the English tongue
Jack had a gang that he called, "The Many Grams"
He was known as, "Smack Jack the Cracker Man"
In life, he was dealt some shit hands
Ah, but the boys got the bat now
And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroins
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack's on his own, man
Well done Jack, glug down that cider
You're right, she's a slut
And you never fucking liked her
Not like what he stopped so shocked
'Cause it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
Tough little big man
Friends with your daughters
Only 'cause they drive him
To pick up all his quarters
Crawler, lager lout brawlers
Fall on the floor, think they're free
But they ain't near the border
Too young, gunned down by your hell fire corner
Always did a favour but never took a order
Behave young scallywag, a fine young Galahad
Glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag
Slag better understand he came for the glamour
But this town's original superficial the issue
For one dear Jack, there 35 doppelgängers
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
So this a short story 'bout the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, a clean young mess
Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya
With love, God bless, we lay her body at rest
Now it all dear started with daddy's alcoholic
Lightweight drink it down, numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn't get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain
She says, "In a rut, what the fuck I s'pose to do?"
"Suck it up start stop keep running through"
True, but you try, ain't easy to do
She been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat
Dunno where she goin' but she know where she at
So Georgy it's time to chain react
But the truth is you know she probably fought back
Tears stream down her face, she screamed away
When I fall, no one catch me
Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I'll scream and shout
But you know it won't matter, she'll be passing out
I say, "Giggidibiggidi up" just another day
Another sad story, that's tragedy
Paramedic announced death at 10:30
Rip it up, kick it to spit up the views
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better"
Then the next man kicking up fuss
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
Credits
Writer(s): Jim Parker, Jamie Alexander Treays, John Betjeman
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