Sheila goes out with her mate Stella, It gets poured all over her fella, Cos shes says, man he ain't no better Than 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 drowned) 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 that lady is single A fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night She ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed She didn't like fights, but at the same time understood that Fellas will be fellas till 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 But the boys got the back now And jay went the same way as mickey and Dan A pen to mans upon the arrow wans And Malissa had a baby with Sam, And now jack on his own man, Well done jack, glug down that cider, Your right shes a slut and you never fucking liked her Not like what he stopped so shocked Cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper Sheila Goes out with her mate Stella, It gets poured all over her fella, Cos shes says, man he ain't no better Than 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 (its over man, its over) (get out, GET OUT) So this a short story bout the girl Georgina Never seen a worse, clean young mess Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya, With love, god bless, we lay her body to rest, Now it all dear started with daddy's alcoholic Light weights chinking down, numbing his brain, And the doctor said he couldn't the heart their started Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain Sheila goes out with her mate Stella, It gets poured all over her fella, Cos shes says, man he ain't no better Than 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