Jonathan Thompson - Singing Like Her Mama Lyrics
The microphone is waiting, a girl is feeling scaredThe Mariners are drinking, and nobody caresBut she don’t like no hip hop, scratching on a deskShe gives it to them clean and turns many headsCause she’s singing, she’s singing like her mamaIn a way they used to do, and she’sSwinging, she’s swinging like her mamaIn a way, that looks so cool, in a way you want it toShe’s been raised on vinyl, round and round she’s beenPicking up the crackles, where her mothers beenPut’s herself on myspace, gonna make it bigThe folky girl from Surrey, that everyone digsThe bookies got a winner, the room is steaming upYoung and old are drinking, and tapping their footUp and down the country, all are gonna seeThe folky girl from Bagshot, with beads running freeA boy is in the corner, films her every moveSpell bound and broken, he’s digging the grooveFolkies scratch their beards, a finger in the earRemembering Sandy Denny and drown in their beer