Sheila Jamie T

[Chorus]
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
It gets poured all over her fella
'Cause 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

[Sample: 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 drowned

[Verse 1]
Her lingo went from the Cockney 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 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