Ben Coupland - Sheila lyrics

[Hook - Jamie T] Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It gets poured all over her fella 'Cos she says, man he ain't no better Than the next man kicking up fuss Drunk, she stumbles down by a river Screams calling London (LONDON!) None of us heard her coming, I guess the carpet weren't rolled out [John Betjeman] 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'd [Verse 1] Her lingo went from the co*kney to the Gringo Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along And tell all the fellas that the lady is single Fickle way ta tickle on my young man's tipple 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 Fella's will be fella's 'til the end of time [John Betjeman] (Good heavens you boys! Blue blooded murder of the English tongue BLUH! [Verse 2] Jack had a gang that he called the Many Grams He was known as Smack Jack the Crackerman In life he was dealt some sh** hands But the boys' got the back now And Jay went the same way as Micky and Dan Dependent mans upon the h**ns 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 s*ut and you never f**ing liked her Not like, what, he stopped so shocked Cause it turned out the last dance k**ed the pied piper Tough little big man Friends with your daughters Only cause they drive him to pick up on his courters Brawler, lager lout brawlers Brought them their filth and they're free But they ain't near da border Two young gun's down by a Hellfire Corner Always did a favour but never took a order Behave young scallywag! A fine young Galahad Glad ragged up, but only ever getting f*g hags Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags Slag better understand he came for the glamour But this sound's original, superficial the issue But one day Jack had thirty-five doppelgangers [Hook] (It's over man, it's over. LONDON!) [Verse 3] So here's a short story about the girl Georgina Never seen a worse, clean young mess Under stress, at best but she's pleased to see you With love, God Bless, we lay her body to rest Now it all there started with Daddy's alcoholic Lightweight, drinking 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 said "In a rut, what the f** I supposed to do?" s** it out, start, stop. Keep running through True, but you try it ain't easy to do She been buckle-belt beaten from the back like a brat Dunno where she's going, but she know where she at So Georgie - it's time to chain react But the truth is, you know, she'll probably fall 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 pa**ing out I said gigidy-bigidy-up Just another day Another sad story, that's tragedy - Paramedic announced d**h at 10.30 Rip it up, kick it, spit up the views... [Hook]