Streets - Too Much Brandy Lyrics
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where were you that cold decemberCos we were in the grasshopper spending guildersCentral station, charged up like scarface amsterdam aint a nice place off your face, weEnter the raceWalk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if youre bored, lets go see roy, get*****ed up with the boysCalvin, schmalvin, Im well within my limit, oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms justKicked in, think I might be finishedThe ball game heads for the worse, for what its worth I might just fall off the edge ofThe earth, brains kind of surfing nowWe wander down darkened pathways in a daze, want to buy any cocaine? , am I paranoid? yes,Youre paranoidCharlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home to my baby, two bags ofMushrooms, rooms mushed up and I need a cradleIn its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandyIn its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandyNow getting to the bars gonna be troubleSo the marlonsll have to be doublesThen you drink doublesThe same speed you drink singlesAh beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and Im having all thats in theBubble in the bottom of the bottleThen by three or four, your heads a bit mangledClubs full, you mingleYou dance the fandangoYou sing all your favourite jinglesFar gone on one, call me baron von marlonOne has a monocle and cigarDickie-bow and long johnsMy utility belt tells me its to the bar batmanFat cans of that lager then its straight to the dance-floorFor much more fancy footwork, its adored by many amourDont awe me with your little sidestep techniqueGget to the beat, loosen up, its the streetsIn its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandyIn its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandyWe eat junk food, sat drunk on the tubeEvery time the train clunks I feel like pukingWonder whether that beautiful birdll ring,Then it all goes hazy, these are the days were walking up out and back to the road, talkingWell shouting actually, loads more drunk, by jove, minds focused, balance *****ed upRa, ra, ra, its all back to the dogstar and if its his round Im quite partial to anotherMarlon at the barBad idea to start again late, shouldve given my brain a breakTake it easy mate, you start to think youre a state, you definitely are a stateIn its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandyIn its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy
