Grade 2 - Bowling Green Lane lyrics

I’ve got my headphones in and
I can see what’s going on
I won’t take them out ‘cause I can do
Without the fuss
Why does this happen every time
That I travel every time I’m on the last bus
The scream of the girl with her heels
In her hand
And her optimistic fella that thinks he’s
Got the chat
Going ‘round smashing bottles trying to
Impress her
Does she really think he’s all that?
Bowling Green Lane’s a place you don’t
Wanna be alone
If it’s a packed out ride I think I’d rather
Walk home don’t look around keep
Your eyes locked on your phone
‘Cause Bowling Green Lane’s a place you
Don’t wanna be alone

I’ve got a twenty in my wallet and it’s
Pissing down with rain
Gotta funny feeling I’ll need
The right change
This matey behind me is getting
Proper feisty
Is this really happening again?
One drink too many and
He’s struggling to think
Yapping in my ear and it’s becoming
Such a pain
Agitations rising, fists begin to tighten
Welcome to Bowling Green Lane