Franz Ferdinand - Huck and Jim lyrics
[Franz Ferdinand - Huck and Jim lyrics]
Sitting by the window
She's sitting by the door
Her nose upon the window is cold
Nails upon the window breaking
Nails upon the door
Looking through the window no more
No, no more, no more
Something fun, look dumb
Put a stone in the musical window
She don't buy high time, disco
Won't you leave me alone?
Down, she won't go
She can't fit through a typical door
No way oh (No way oh) , no way oh (No way oh)
No way oh (No way oh) , no way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell 'em about the NHS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' 40s with Huck and Jim
Everywhere sham bohemians
Hello! Magazine bohemians
Terminal chancers who loathe
The privilege to loathe their privilege
The skin upon the custard is hard
Yes, it's hard
Flash some, you got some
Hangin' from a toe in a 10th-floor window
No pass out, no bar
There's no theoretical look down
There is no down
Something's gone and you're missing it none
No way oh (No way oh) , no way oh (No way oh)
No way oh (No way oh) , no way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell 'em about the DSS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' 40s with Huck and Jim, yeah
We're going to America, yeah
We're gonna tell 'em about the NHS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' Buckie with the boys
She's sitting by the door
Her nose upon the window is cold
Nails upon the window breaking
Nails upon the door
Looking through the window no more
No, no more, no more
Something fun, look dumb
Put a stone in the musical window
She don't buy high time, disco
Won't you leave me alone?
Down, she won't go
She can't fit through a typical door
No way oh (No way oh) , no way oh (No way oh)
No way oh (No way oh) , no way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell 'em about the NHS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' 40s with Huck and Jim
Everywhere sham bohemians
Hello! Magazine bohemians
Terminal chancers who loathe
The privilege to loathe their privilege
The skin upon the custard is hard
Yes, it's hard
Flash some, you got some
Hangin' from a toe in a 10th-floor window
No pass out, no bar
There's no theoretical look down
There is no down
Something's gone and you're missing it none
No way oh (No way oh) , no way oh (No way oh)
No way oh (No way oh) , no way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell 'em about the DSS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' 40s with Huck and Jim, yeah
We're going to America, yeah
We're gonna tell 'em about the NHS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' Buckie with the boys