The Proclaimers - Lulu Selling Tea lyrics
[The Proclaimers - Lulu Selling Tea lyrics]
May I be allowed to voice dissent
Over the Sixties, and what they meant
Cos I’ve been listening for twenty years
The anecdotes ring in my ears
From people who were over the age of consent
Now I don’t recall too much long hair
At least not around where we used to stay
The only guy we thought was okay
Who wore his hair the Beatles way
Was a Belfast boy that Man United play
Mother’s Pride on the table, Batman on TV
A Man in a Suitcase, and Daktari and Skippy
Jimmy Clitheroe, Colin Stein
And Lulu selling tea
Going to school in the dark, in the winter
The view from beneath my balaclava
The world from four feet off the floor
Must have had it's limitations
Without my adult complications
But I can only report what I saw
And I saw
Lucky bags, Bazooka Joes
Animal tracks on my shoes
I was sooking milk through a straw
In the middle of the morning
Saturday morning pictures
And fireworks getting thrown
Football songs in the shelter
In the playground
St Cuthbert’s horses pulling the
Carts of the milkmen
You know, it’s funny, but
I don’t recall too much long hair
Over the Sixties, and what they meant
Cos I’ve been listening for twenty years
The anecdotes ring in my ears
From people who were over the age of consent
Now I don’t recall too much long hair
At least not around where we used to stay
The only guy we thought was okay
Who wore his hair the Beatles way
Was a Belfast boy that Man United play
Mother’s Pride on the table, Batman on TV
A Man in a Suitcase, and Daktari and Skippy
Jimmy Clitheroe, Colin Stein
And Lulu selling tea
Going to school in the dark, in the winter
The view from beneath my balaclava
The world from four feet off the floor
Must have had it's limitations
Without my adult complications
But I can only report what I saw
And I saw
Lucky bags, Bazooka Joes
Animal tracks on my shoes
I was sooking milk through a straw
In the middle of the morning
Saturday morning pictures
And fireworks getting thrown
Football songs in the shelter
In the playground
St Cuthbert’s horses pulling the
Carts of the milkmen
You know, it’s funny, but
I don’t recall too much long hair