Jamie T - Sheila lyrics
[Jamie T - Sheila lyrics]
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
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
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
Good heavens, you boys!
Blue blooded murder of the English tongue
Bluh!
Jack had a gang that he
Called 'The Many Grams'
He was known as 'Smack Jack, the Cracker Man'
In life, he was dealt some shit hands
But the boys got the back now
And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroins
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack's on his own man
Well done, Jack, glug down that cider
You're right
She's a slut and you never fucking liked her
Not like what, he stopped, so shocked
'Cause it turned out the last
Dance killed the pied piper
Tough little big man
Friends with your daughters
Only 'cause they drive him to
Pick up all his quarters
Crawler, lager lout brawlers
Fall to the floor
Think they're free but they
Ain't near the border too young
Gunned down by your hellfire corner
Always did a favour but never took a order
Behave, young scallywag, a fine young Galahad
Glad ragged up
But only ever getting fag hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag
Slag, better understand he came
For the glamour but this town's original
Superficial the issue for one dear Jack
Had thirty-five doppelgängers
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
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
It's over, man, it's over london!
So this a short story about the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, clean young mess
Under stress at best, but she's please
D to see you
With love, God bless, we lay her body to rest
Now it all dear started
With Daddy's alcoholic
Light weight, chinking down
Numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn't
Get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up
She feeling the strain she says, "In a rut
What the fuck I supposed to do?"
Suck it up, start, stop, keep running through
True, but you try, it ain't easy to do
She been buckle-belt beaten from the
Back like a brat
Don't know where she's going
But she know where she at
So Georgie, it's time to chain react
But the truth is, you know
She probably fought back
Tears stream down her face, she screamed away
"When I fall, no-one catch me
Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I'll scream and shout"
But, you know it won't matter
She'll be passing out
I say gigidy-bigidy-up just another day
Another sad story, that's tragedy
Paramedic announced death at 10: 30
Rip it up, kick it, to spit up the views
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 (London)
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled
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
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
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
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
Good heavens, you boys!
Blue blooded murder of the English tongue
Bluh!
Jack had a gang that he
Called 'The Many Grams'
He was known as 'Smack Jack, the Cracker Man'
In life, he was dealt some shit hands
But the boys got the back now
And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroins
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack's on his own man
Well done, Jack, glug down that cider
You're right
She's a slut and you never fucking liked her
Not like what, he stopped, so shocked
'Cause it turned out the last
Dance killed the pied piper
Tough little big man
Friends with your daughters
Only 'cause they drive him to
Pick up all his quarters
Crawler, lager lout brawlers
Fall to the floor
Think they're free but they
Ain't near the border too young
Gunned down by your hellfire corner
Always did a favour but never took a order
Behave, young scallywag, a fine young Galahad
Glad ragged up
But only ever getting fag hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag
Slag, better understand he came
For the glamour but this town's original
Superficial the issue for one dear Jack
Had thirty-five doppelgängers
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
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
It's over, man, it's over london!
So this a short story about the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, clean young mess
Under stress at best, but she's please
D to see you
With love, God bless, we lay her body to rest
Now it all dear started
With Daddy's alcoholic
Light weight, chinking down
Numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn't
Get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up
She feeling the strain she says, "In a rut
What the fuck I supposed to do?"
Suck it up, start, stop, keep running through
True, but you try, it ain't easy to do
She been buckle-belt beaten from the
Back like a brat
Don't know where she's going
But she know where she at
So Georgie, it's time to chain react
But the truth is, you know
She probably fought back
Tears stream down her face, she screamed away
"When I fall, no-one catch me
Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I'll scream and shout"
But, you know it won't matter
She'll be passing out
I say gigidy-bigidy-up just another day
Another sad story, that's tragedy
Paramedic announced death at 10: 30
Rip it up, kick it, to spit up the views
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 (London)
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled
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