The Streets - Too Much Brandy lyrics
[The Streets - Too Much Brandy lyrics]
Smell of good earthy herbs
Makes my nerves shudder
But where were you that cold December?
'Cause we were in the Grasshopper
Spending Guilders
Centraal Station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face
We enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that
No joy if you're bored
Let's go see Roy and get
Fucked up with the boys
Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit
Oh, hang on a minute
These mushrooms just kicked in
Think I might be finished
The ball game heads for the worst
For what it's worth
I might just fall off the edge of the earth
Brain's kind of surfing now
We wandered down darkened pathways in a daze
(Woy) "Do you want to buy any cocaine, boy?"
Am I paranoid? "Yes, you're paranoid"
Charlie, darling, please, save me
This is raving, take me home to my baby
Two bags of mushrooms
Room's mushed up and I need a cradle
Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble
So the Marlons'll have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles the same
Speed you drink singles ah, beautiful
The barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble
In the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four
Your head's a bit mangled
Club's full, you mingle
You dance the fandango
You sing all your favourite jingles
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon
One has a monocle and cigar
Dicky bow and long johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar
Batman fat cans of that lager
Then it's straight to the dance floor
For much more fancy footwork
It's adored by many, amour
Don't bore me with your
Little sidestep technique
Get to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets
We eat junk food, sat drunk on the Tube
Every time train clunks, I feel like puking
Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring?
Then it all goes hazy
These are the days we walking up out in
Back to the road, talking, well
Shouting actually
Loads more drunk, by Jove, my mind's focused
Balance fucked up
Rah, rah, rah, it's all back to the Dogstar
And if it's his round
I'm quite partial to another
Marlon at the bar
Bad idea to start again late
Should've given my brain a break
Take it easy, mate
You start to think you're a state
You definitely are a state
In it's own little way
My body was trying to say
That you'd better stop drinking brandy
In it's own little way
My body was trying to say
That you'd better stop drinking brandy
Makes my nerves shudder
But where were you that cold December?
'Cause we were in the Grasshopper
Spending Guilders
Centraal Station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face
We enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that
No joy if you're bored
Let's go see Roy and get
Fucked up with the boys
Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit
Oh, hang on a minute
These mushrooms just kicked in
Think I might be finished
The ball game heads for the worst
For what it's worth
I might just fall off the edge of the earth
Brain's kind of surfing now
We wandered down darkened pathways in a daze
(Woy) "Do you want to buy any cocaine, boy?"
Am I paranoid? "Yes, you're paranoid"
Charlie, darling, please, save me
This is raving, take me home to my baby
Two bags of mushrooms
Room's mushed up and I need a cradle
Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble
So the Marlons'll have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles the same
Speed you drink singles ah, beautiful
The barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble
In the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four
Your head's a bit mangled
Club's full, you mingle
You dance the fandango
You sing all your favourite jingles
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon
One has a monocle and cigar
Dicky bow and long johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar
Batman fat cans of that lager
Then it's straight to the dance floor
For much more fancy footwork
It's adored by many, amour
Don't bore me with your
Little sidestep technique
Get to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets
We eat junk food, sat drunk on the Tube
Every time train clunks, I feel like puking
Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring?
Then it all goes hazy
These are the days we walking up out in
Back to the road, talking, well
Shouting actually
Loads more drunk, by Jove, my mind's focused
Balance fucked up
Rah, rah, rah, it's all back to the Dogstar
And if it's his round
I'm quite partial to another
Marlon at the bar
Bad idea to start again late
Should've given my brain a break
Take it easy, mate
You start to think you're a state
You definitely are a state
In it's own little way
My body was trying to say
That you'd better stop drinking brandy
In it's own little way
My body was trying to say
That you'd better stop drinking brandy