Bakerloo, Unbecoming Hamish Hawk

(Verse 1)
First an arrow then a glance
She narrowed her eyes on his arrogance
He shot something new out of both barrels
She said your gun ain't no fun, hun
I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo
Channelling thundering memories of you
These old resentments, azaleas on my deathbed

(Verse 2)
Essentially it comes down again to the limitless mysteries of other men
And my desire for a harder skin or an easy love of an americain
I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo
Channelling thundering memories of you
These old resements, will be the death of me

(Chorus)
And they will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral
They will sing songs for the national blackout
They will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral
They will sing songs for the national blackout

(Verse 3)
Y'know when I picture him, I picture him surrounded
Y’know when I picture you, I picture a whirlwind in blue
I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo
Channelling thundering memories of you
These old resentments, will be the death of me