The Fratellis - My Friend John lyrics
[The Fratellis - My Friend John lyrics]
If you were a shape, what shape would you be?
Well the room was pink and
The signs were serious
Paperback dolls being slammed delirious
Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath
And it was Saturday night in the
Year of the good thief
Well I tumbled up the stairs
The wrong way round
I hit my head on the ceiling
When my feet hit the ground
And then the big dumb blonde
In the goldfish bowl
Cried, "Ella's in the band but
She got no soul!"
My friend John was the serious one
Buttoned up the back and the job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?
Well the night was spent and
My money was young
And then I had to get home
Before my neck was wrung
And everybody danced in the same old way
And if I'm feeling old and
Desperate I'll be back someday
My friend John was the serious one
Buttoned up the back and the job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?
My friend John was the serious one
Buttoned up the back and the job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?
Well the room was pink and
The signs were serious
Paperback dolls being slammed delirious
Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath
And it was Saturday night in the
Year of the good thief
Well I tumbled up the stairs
The wrong way round
I hit my head on the ceiling
When my feet hit the ground
And then the big dumb blonde
In the goldfish bowl
Cried, "Ella's in the band but
She got no soul!"
My friend John was the serious one
Buttoned up the back and the job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?
Well the night was spent and
My money was young
And then I had to get home
Before my neck was wrung
And everybody danced in the same old way
And if I'm feeling old and
Desperate I'll be back someday
My friend John was the serious one
Buttoned up the back and the job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?
My friend John was the serious one
Buttoned up the back and the job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?