The Yakometties - St. Pancras lyrics

St. Pancras better hold me down explain to me this turn-around de-railed with all the best intention every smile you'd care to mention realize too late where we should be what he wants and who I need St. Pancras better call the shots he knows all about my mental block put in a word for those who spoke remind them how to take a joke down and out below the belt now I know how the sergeant must have felt Another good love affair got lost in the swing another good lover lost in the swing of things sometimes you've got to make up your own mind sometimes it seems like you're being unkind but then it's always hard - wounded but still at large St. Pancras, can't you bend the rules love shouldn't have to be so cruel pull up a chair and fix the cards St. Pancras won't you help me out bear me out or share my doubt it's not up to him ' it's down to me a servant to the same disease waiting at the aerodrome for some kind saint to drive me home St. Pancras better call the shots 'til auld acquaintance be forgot put in a word for those who spoke remind them how to take a joke waiting at the aerodrome for some kind saint to drive me home