Squeeze - It's Not Cricket Lyrics
(difford/tilbrook)Warning: these lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. they represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.She used to do a topless down at the surrey docksWith tassels on her whatsits she did a triffic jobOf raising all the eyebrows of every lunchtime mobShe went with all the tossers who kick about a ballThey say their clubs the greatest, and she has kissed them allAt the arndale center, shes up against the wallI cant name names cause thats not cricketI cant name names that would put me in itBut thats another story in the finishI saw them at the pictures a tangled heap of loveHe had so many women, but only classy stuffI saw him at the clinic, a pink card up his cuffOne holiday in bognor a stag night hit the townThe groom is in the car park with his trousers downBut thats another story that wont be going roundI cant name names cause thats not cricketI cant name names that would put me in itBut thats another story in the finishThe deptford had a beano to southend for the nightWith 40 crates of lager, to see the southend lightsThe got home for their breakfast pissed out of their mindsThis girl gave me the minces so I asked her for a danceAnd in the death I kissed her and so I took a chanceAnd when I went to touch her, she tried to break my armI cant name names cause thats not cricketI cant name names that would put me in itBut thats another story in the finish
