Talking Wag Club Blues Billy Bragg
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Well the sun goes down on London town
But it never sets on Oxford Street
Those well spoken young men and their bouncers
Are trying to create a well dressed elite
And all on private medicine, tut tut
Once inside join the rising tide
Of people who are so proud to get in
Who think their face is their fortune
But under their skin their ugly as sin
Didn't I meet you down at the clinic?
And lots of boys with lots of poise
And hair right down to their hips
There're lots of pretty girls with suntans
And cold sores on their lips
Is he your boyfriend
Or is he just here to hold your coat?
Or take it off, take it off, take it off
And let's find out
Half assed tries with half cast eyes
Are sucking in their cheeks until it hurts
Lots of twats in funny hats
With Karl Marx printed on their shirts
But it never sets on Oxford Street
Those well spoken young men and their bouncers
Are trying to create a well dressed elite
And all on private medicine, tut tut
Once inside join the rising tide
Of people who are so proud to get in
Who think their face is their fortune
But under their skin their ugly as sin
Didn't I meet you down at the clinic?
And lots of boys with lots of poise
And hair right down to their hips
There're lots of pretty girls with suntans
And cold sores on their lips
Is he your boyfriend
Or is he just here to hold your coat?
Or take it off, take it off, take it off
And let's find out
Half assed tries with half cast eyes
Are sucking in their cheeks until it hurts
Lots of twats in funny hats
With Karl Marx printed on their shirts
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