1<\/span><\/div><\/a><\/div>[\/vc_column_text][vc_separator][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1\/2″ css=”.vc_custom_1501842717886{padding-right: 30px !important;padding-left: 20px !important;}”][vc_accordion active_tab=”false” collapsible=”yes” title_size=”normal” title=”Tracks and Lyrics”][vc_accordion_tab title=”1. The Hunter and The Hunted”][vc_column_text][\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”2. Manners On The Manor”][vc_column_text]We get a wide variety of all comers on this patch
\nVariety\u2019s the spice of life, but sometime\u2019s there\u2019s a catch
\nI come here for the culture, The Cosmopolis is good
\nBut even I get terrified\u2026\u2026by a nipper in a hood<\/p>\nWe\u2019ve always had an open heart<\/p>\n
\u2018cause every walk of life is a work of art<\/p>\n
I get my pine nuts from Camisa
\nDumplings from Mr Jerk
\nBar Italia for the coffee
\nYou wanna see how those boys work
\nBut when we all get to the weekend
\nYou see the townies on the pull
\nThey don\u2019t have much respect. Is it the Vodka or Red Bull?<\/p>\n
Yes, some of them go to far you know
\nThe trouble that we get here, it ain\u2019t ever been home grown<\/p>\n
Yes we want you to feel at home now
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and you\u2019ll know how
\nYou know we want you to fit right in here
\nSo mind your manners on the manor if you don\u2019t live here
\nBecause we want you to feel cosy
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and don\u2019t be nosy<\/p>\n
Well I learnt my trade on the Totty Court Road
\nNot quite bustin\u2019 rhymes, more a kind of ode
\nTo a community of diversity
\nWhich is why they always sell hello to me<\/p>\n
I earned my stripes busking on a bench
\nNow I\u2019m welcome everywhere I go from AA\u2026
\n\u2026to The French<\/p>\n
But you\u2019ve got to keep your eye out
\nFor that certain clientele
\nThe kind that throw up on your doorstep<\/p>\n
Then ruffle your lapel<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve all learnt to accept the trials of National Debt
\nBut there ain\u2019t no excuse for lack of etiquette<\/p>\n
Yes we want you to feel at home now
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and you\u2019ll know how
\nYou know we want you to fit right in here
\nSo mind your manners on the manor if you don\u2019t live here<\/p>\n
What would Charles the second say if he were alive today?
\nHis statue in the Square looks grim
\nWith pigeon droppings on his chin
\nWould he pray for us in old St Paul\u2019s?
\nOr would he grab us by the balls?
\nCharlie wouldn\u2019t be impressed
\nBut Nellie Gwynne would keep him fresh<\/p>\n
Yes we want you to feel at home now
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and you\u2019ll know how
\nYou know we want you to fit right in here
\nSo mind your manners on the manor if you don\u2019t live here
\nBecause we want you to feel cosy
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and don\u2019t be nosy
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and don\u2019t be nosy
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and don\u2019t be nosy
\nSo mind your manners on the manor and don\u2019t be nosy[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”3. The King Of Soho”][vc_column_text]I am The King of Soho, I was born to spin a hustle
\nIt took time to find my mojo, till I found it on The Dean Street Shuffle
\nThe name is a derivation from an age-old hunting cry
\nAnd if you follow The King of Soho
\nYou\u2019ll be hunting till the day you die<\/p>\n
And what you won\u2019t see, you won\u2019t know,
\nWhen you find yourself in Soho
\nYou can\u2019t avoid it or confront it
\nYou\u2019re gonna have to be the hunter or the hunted<\/p>\n
If someone\u2019s gonna win, someone needs to lose
\nI\u2019m begging on a whim but I take what I\u2019m due
\nI fall in and out of love to the sound of the street
\nI know it\u2019s wrong \u2018cause every night she takes me and she breaks me
\nBut she makes my heart beat.<\/p>\n
Yes they call me The King of Soho, like a knife that\u2019s double edged
\nI\u2019m the life and soul. I\u2019m out of control or so it\u2019s been alleged
\nNo I can\u2019t stop this excursion; it was in my destiny
\nI changed the rules of the game, just to entertain
\nI started in variety<\/p>\n
And what you don\u2019t see, you don\u2019t know,
\nIf you find yourself in Soho
\nYou can\u2019t decry it or deny it
\nYou\u2019re gonna have to keep your mouth shut till you\u2019ve tried it<\/p>\n
If someone\u2019s gonna win, someone needs to lose
\nI\u2019m begging on a whim but I take what I\u2019m due
\nI fall in and out of love to the sound of the street
\nI know it\u2019s wrong \u2018cause every night she takes me and she breaks me
\nBut she makes my heart beat.<\/p>\n
So gamble everything you\u2019ve got tonight
\nShe won\u2019t care if it\u2019s wrong or right.<\/p>\n
If someone\u2019s gonna win, someone needs to lose
\nI\u2019m begging on a whim but I take what I\u2019m due
\nI fall in and out of love to the sound of the street
\nI know it\u2019s wrong \u2018cause every night she takes me and she breaks me<\/p>\n
But If someone\u2019s gonna win, someone needs to lose
\nI\u2019m begging on a whim but I take what I\u2019m due
\nI fall in and out of love to the sound of the street
\nI know it\u2019s wrong \u2018cause every night she takes me
\nAnd you know she\u2019s gonna break me
\nEscaping is a no go, yes they call me The King of Soho[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”4. Piccadilly Trot”][vc_column_text]”No doubt you’ve heard about the Turkey Trot.
\nSome say it’s rot. Some say it’s not.
\nWell, I’ve got another one that speaks a lot.
\nAnd it doesn’t come from Yankee land.<\/p>\n
If you see a Johnny in the latest style,
\nmoney a pile glossy new dial
\nWith a swagger you can see for half a mile,
\nyou will quickly understand<\/p>\n
It’s the Piccadilly trot trot trot trot
\nNow the rage in town
\nIt’s the Piccadilly trot trot trot trot
\nSee Him strolling all up and down
\nWith a pretty little girl. What\u2019s what what?
\nIt\u2019s a day for a hot plate, something
\nVery fine, fine, simply divine
\nGrab yourself a girly and fall right into line
\nDance the pic pic piccadilly Trot<\/p>\n
When the lights are gleaming in the crowded square
\nGlad eyes are there. Pickles to bare
\nSongs about the circus, something\u2019s in the air
\nBut no one there to sing behold<\/p>\n
See the dainty duchesses a slip him a wink
\nAh, that means a drink, what do you think?
\nMeet the son that\u2019s prodigal
\nAnd he\u2019s in the pink, he ated all the fatted calf<\/p>\n
It’s the Piccadilly trot trot trot trot\u2026\u2026\u2026..<\/p>\n
Under blue skies where cupid flies\u2028Love spread those wings
\nYou\u2019re on the scene that\u2019s always been
\nA destination to pulls the heart strings<\/p>\n
Oh it\u2019s fine fine simply divine.They take \u2018em to the station \u2018till the p\u2019liceman calls the fine. That\u2019s the pic pic piccadilly trot[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”5. Ain’t Made To Measure”][vc_column_text]PHIL: First up is Mr. Powell, he\u2019s always on the prowl<\/p>\n
MR POWELL: We don\u2019t do made to measure<\/p>\n
PHIL: Comes the friendly growl
\nTucked away on Marshall, always looks his best
\nHis workshop is a castle for the sartorially obsessed<\/p>\n
PHIL (spoken) & TIM:<\/p>\n
Tie bars, collar pins
\nWatch chains, cufflinks
\nKnitted ties and clobber make you slobber to behold
\nIt\u2019s not a joke to do bespoke, to make a gent of every bloke
\nIt\u2019s a way of life they\u2019ve chosen and it\u2019s true if you\u2019ve been told\u2026<\/p>\n
TIM (PHIL \u2013 spoken)<\/p>\n
They walk in style on the golden mile
\nThey talk in style on the golden mile
\nTheir cuts are slick and wild at your service with a smile
\nFor your pleasure, textile treasure, it ain\u2019t made to measure
\nOn The Golden Mile.<\/p>\n
PHIL:<\/p>\n
Next up Mr Candilio, Rafaelle to those who know
\nD\u2019ya know he took this shirt in while I waited? What a pro
\nNext door from Mr Newell, now he\u2019s another Jewel
\nCutting with the precision of a surgeon is his rule.<\/p>\n
PHIL (spoken) & TIM:<\/p>\n
Alteration elation, material temptation
\nFabric creations, ridiculous, sublime
\nTheir legend is certain, so raise up the curtain
\nThis season there\u2019s conclusive proof that they\u2019re all in their prime<\/p>\n
They walk in style on the golden mile
\nThey talk in style on the golden mile
\nTheir cuts are slick and wild at your service with a smile
\nFor your pleasure, textile treasure, it ain\u2019t made to measure
\nOn The Golden Mile.
\n.
\nTIM:<\/p>\n
Some of them are born to it. Mr Pearse is one I know
\nEach of them, a moving shaker
\nNot forgetting Nino\u2019s and those who began on Saville Row
\nLike rocking Sir Tom Baker[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”6. Covent Garden”][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n
If you go to a market in London town
\nThere\u2019s one that just won\u2019t settle down
\nThey call it a garden, but half a chance
\nWill show you more than pretty plants
\nThere\u2019s beautiful freaks on the streets at times
\nWho don\u2019t say much, in fact they only mime
\nWhere ballerinas call the shots
\nAnd local divas sing the dots<\/p>\n
I came in from outer space to find a little help\u2028I don\u2019t know another place where I could be myself\u2026<\/p>\n
It don\u2019t feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it\u2019s shining here\u2028It don\u2019t feel like the rain can get us anywhere else like it gets us here\u2028It don\u2019t feel like the summer started till I met you, till you came\u2028It don\u2019t feel like the future found me, I couldn\u2019t see it but I\u2019m looking at it now<\/p>\n
If Inigo Jones could see the show he started all those years ago
\nThe Piazza king who paved the way is raving in his grave today
\nFire starters, circus troops, a weekend tourist jumps the hoop\u2028Another comic
\nGenius counts his coppers to catch the bus
\nThe minstrel plays his part to a crowd he longs to know
\nThe secrets of his heart are joining strangers as they go\u2026.<\/p>\n
It don\u2019t feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it\u2019s shining here\u2028It don\u2019t feel like the rain can get us anywhere else like it gets us here\u2028It don\u2019t feel like the future found me, I couldn\u2019t see it but I\u2019m looking at it now<\/p>\n
Those yesterdays they\u2019d sell a case of pears, of plums and Apple\u2019s too
\nToday\u2019s the same, but we\u2019ve raised the game
\nSo get your reservation, join the queue!
\nIt don\u2019t feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it\u2019s shining here\u2026.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”7. Soho Sunset”][vc_column_text]J: You know on that first day, something happened to us\u2028T: I felt the April rain smile as if it knew us\u2028J: Strangers in the afternoon, lovers with a favourite tune
\nthat don\u2019t give up<\/p>\n
J& T: And as the city fell around us, we were drinking champagne From a plastic cup<\/p>\n
And there\u2019s nothing like that first rendezvous\u2028A Sunday for two in an East End sunrise\u2028Heading back up west, how could we bet\u2028A Soho Sunset would change our lives?\u2028It changed our lives\u2028\u2028T: I\u2019ll let you in so deep until you\u2019re part of me\u2028J: I\u2019m taking you for keeps, and throwing away the key, I
\nwas Looking for an answer but I couldn\u2019t see for blinding lights and broken alarms.<\/p>\n
J & T: On motorways and cobbled streets, from airplanes to hotel suites. I found a home in your arms.<\/p>\n
And there\u2019s nothing like that first rendezvous\u2028A Sunday for two in an East End sunrise\u2028Heading back up west, how could we bet\u2028A Soho Sunset would change our lives?\u2028It changed our lives<\/p>\n
T: When the taxi comes, the cabbie starts to moan
\nJ: But it\u2019s music to us, on our way home<\/p>\n
We\u2019re driving away, but we\u2019ll always stay
\nIn the Soho Sunset[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”8. Neon Glow – Duet”][vc_column_text]TIM I take a right down Bateman, I\u2019m straightening my tie
\nLights crawling out the window of The Lorelei
\nA rickshaw bell is ringing, d\u2019ya know what those things cost?
\nIt\u2019s giving me a headache but without it I\u2019d be lost
\nI\u2019m turning a corner as I spot another chain
\nThis place don\u2019t stop changing, but it\u2019s always been the same.<\/p>\n
TIM & GARY So kneel below that scary neon glow
\nAnd wave hello to strangers as you go<\/p>\n
TIM The Streets are paved with gold, though coppers all you know\u2028So they raise the parking rate, then they really clamp your soul\u2028But the thought police are beat when we\u2019re<\/p>\n
TIM & GARY Singing in the street, singing in the street, singing in the street<\/p>\n
GARY Where everyone called Tony is a captain of a ship
\nBar Italia to Gino\u2019s, Pulcinella, Sunset Strip
\nLet\u2019s hear it for the ladies, give \u2018em all a serenade
\nQueen Bergonzi, Lady Lewis, Mrs. Earnshaw, Madame Wade
\nYou\u2019ve never seen such heroes in a square mile stretch
\nSo don\u2019t miss a chance to dance in this Toulouse Lautrec Sketch<\/p>\n
TIM & GARY Just kneel below that friendly neon glow
\nAnd wave hello to strangers that you\u2019ll know<\/p>\n
TIM The Streets are paved with gold, though coppers all you know\u2028So they raise the parking rate, then they really clamp your soul\u2028But the thought police are beat when we\u2019re<\/p>\n
TIM & GARY Singing in the street, singing in the street, singing in the street<\/p>\n
TIM You\u2019ll see the pennies begged for as often as they\u2019re spent
\nGARY You\u2019ll see the gap get smaller between a scoundrel and a gent
\nTIM Where every day\u2019s the worst day of at least one person\u2019s life
\nGARY Where every day\u2019s the best day of at least one person\u2019s life<\/p>\n
TIM & GARY I kneel below my favourite neon glow
\nAnd wave hello to our friends we used to know<\/p>\n
They\u2019re singing in the street.
\nThey\u2019re singing in the street.
\nThey\u2019re singing in the street.
\nThey\u2019re singing in\u2026.the street.
\n[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”9. Heroes”][vc_column_text]TIM Ronnie Scott -1927-1996. Francis Bacon:
\nPETER If you can talk about it, Why paint it?
\nTIM Muriel Belcher – 1908\u20131979. Jeffrey Bernard:
\nPETER One way to stop a runaway horse is to bet on him
\nTIM William Blake \u2013 1757-1827. Sarah Bernhardt:
\nPETER It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich
\nTIM Sebastian Horsley \u2013 1962-2010. Peter Cook:
\nPETER Everything I’ve ever told you, including this, is a lie<\/p>\n
From classical to Dada, for Jazz and Rock and Roll
\nWhere a legend from the RADA played a Journalist with Soul
\nSo get that final helping, \u2018cause it\u2019s going, gone, bye-bye
\nYes everything must go, but Soho Heroes never die.<\/p>\n
TIM Canaletto \u2013 1697-1768. Maurice Huggett
\nPETER Don\u2019t Touch The Props! Leave The props alone!
\nTIM Casanova \u2013 1725-1798. Karl Marx:
\nPETER Workers of the world unite!
\nTIM George Melly \u2013 1926-2007
\nJohn Logie Baird \u2013 1888-1946 (Still watching)
\nPaul Raymond, Lucian Freud, Keith Moon, and Danny La Rue
\nLaura Henderson:
\nPETER We have made rather a go at it haven\u2019t we?
\nTIM Mozart \u2013 1756-1791. Michael Wojas:
\nPETER It\u2019s not about the money, it\u2019s about the art
\nTIM William Hazlitt, Lord Nelson, Sid Vicious. Derek Jarman:
\nPETER I\u2019m not afraid of death, I am afraid of dying
\nTIM Sir Joshua Reynolds \u2013 1723-1792. Shelley:
\nPETER Fear not for the future, weep not for the past
\nTIM Franz Liszt, John Snow, Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud
\nVivian Van Damn, Sheila Van Damn, when are Westminster Council going to give a damn?<\/p>\n
Tim: \u2026but from a Revolutionary to a May Day Riot Cop\u2028It\u2019s beautifully hairy and that energy won\u2019t stop\u2028So get your final helping, \u2018cause it\u2019s going, gone, bye-bye
\nYes nothing lasts forever, but Soho Heroes never die.
\nYes nothing lasts forever, but Soho Heroes never die.
\nPETER John Dryden \u2013 1631-1700, Samuel Johnson \u2013 1709-1784, Peter Mark Roget \u2013 1779-1869, Samuel Romilly \u2013 1757-1818, Johann Strauss \u2013 1825-1899, Frankie Vaughn \u2013 1928-1999, Ian Board \u2013 1929-1994, They say \u2018Soho is not what it used to be\u2019.
\nIt never was![\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”10. The Bells Of Saint Annes”][vc_column_text]I don\u2019t mind your dig and poke, you r shopping sprees when we are broke
\nYou might laugh with your friends at my expense,
\nThat you fell in love with a joke<\/p>\n
And I don\u2019t mind you keeping me up late with movies I must tolerate,
\nAnd when I\u2019m on my own, you never answer the phone.
\nBut maybe this time it\u2019s my mistake.<\/p>\n
Then the bells of St Anne\u2019s draw me out to play my hand.
\nBabe we both know that it\u2019s the end, until those bells ring out
\nAnd we\u2019re lovers once again.<\/p>\n
Soho Square at midnight was our first date
\nNo it was Frith Street babe, and not that late
\nI remember your smile
\nI hadn\u2019t been out in a while
\nOh, didn\u2019t we get in a state?<\/p>\n
The silent hours that we now fill
\nIn coffee bars that used to thrill
\nI\u2019ve got nothing to say
\nIt\u2019s stranger every day
\nEven noise from the street fades away<\/p>\n
\u2018till the bells of St Anne\u2019s draw me out to play my hand.
\nBabe we both know that it\u2019s the end, until those bells ring out
\nAnd we\u2019re lovers once again.<\/p>\n
And the moment that the morning comes,
\nThe poison leaks away
\nThe more we feel we don\u2019t belong
\nSomething\u2019s telling me to stay<\/p>\n
Is it the bells of St Anne\u2019s that draw me out to play my hand?
\nBabe we both know that it\u2019s the end, until those bells ring out
\nAnd we\u2019re lovers once again[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”11. Stage Door Johnny”][vc_column_text]stage-door Johnny (plural stage-door Johnnies or stage-door Johnnys)<\/p>\n
(idiomatic) A man who is infatuated with one or more theatrical actresses and who routinely lingers in and around theatres in an effort to meet and form relationships with the female object(s) of his affection. \u2003[quotations\u00a0\u25bc]<\/p>\n
(idiomatic) A devoted fan of live theatre and of performing artists, who habitually spends time in and around theatres[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”12. Little London Lou”][vc_column_text]There was a club on Old Burlington Street
\nWhere we met when she was just fifteen
\nI\u2019d just got back from Old Siam to sing
\nAbout a place of miracles, but<\/p>\n
Nobody heard a word,
\nUntil the message found her
\nShe had a way to stir
\nThe wonderful worlds around her<\/p>\n
She was sunshine, she was sunshine. She was you and I
\nWhen I think of Louise tonight
\nShe was sunshine, she was sunshine. Can you feel the light
\nWhen you think of Louise tonight? She was sunshine<\/p>\n
She had a way of leading every troupe
\nA dance a day inside a hula hoop
\nMade her mark on every London street
\nToo cool for that X Factor heat<\/p>\n
She was just too fine for a dream to be less than perfect
\nHer eyes on a new design, making each moment worth it<\/p>\n
She was sunshine, she was sunshine. She was you and I
\nWhen I think of Louise tonight.
\nShe was sunshine, she was sunshine. Can you feel the light
\nWhen you think of Louise tonight? She was sunshine<\/p>\n
Some of us burn too bright to stay for long enough to find our way<\/p>\n
There was a club on Old Burlington Street
\nWhere we met when she was just fifteen
\nI hardly got to know her well at all
\nBut there\u2019s one thing that I can recall\u2026<\/p>\n
She was sunshine, she was sunshine
\nShe was you and I
\nWhen I think of Louise tonight
\nShe was sunshine, she was sunshine. Can you feel the light
\nWhen you think of Louise tonight?
\nThink of Louise tonight
\nThink of Louise tonight<\/p>\n
She was sunshine\u2026[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”13. Old Compton Street Blues”][vc_column_text]Oh your pictures they don’t really do you justice little girl
\nFor you’re careful not to let the camera touch your private world
\nAnd there’s just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark
\nAs you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk
\nAnd it could have been so different, and at times you feel bad
\nFor you really did have something that the others never had
\nAnd the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl<\/p>\n
So you must have been just fifteen when you made your mind up first
\nThat you’d make it in the movies and you couldn’t lose the thirst
\nAnd it took you to the attic where the Agent King holds Court
\nAnd his courtesans are fully paid up losers of a sort
\nHe looks at you and tells you that you just might get the part
\nBut you don’t get things for nothing and he doesn’t want you rheart
\nAnd the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl<\/p>\n
Yeah, you made it to the silver screen and yet you’re not a star
\nAnd advertising corsets didn’t get you too far
\nBut money has its favourites and yours went back to them
\nSo you modeled in a studio in Greek Street for the rent
\nThere you met Antonio, your lover from afar
\nWho put you on the streets to make the money for his car
\nAnd the circle turns and turns and turns so fast, little girl<\/p>\n
So your pictures they don’t really do you justice any more
\nFor they’re crumpled now and faded and were taken long ago
\nAnd that faintly coy expression has now left without a trace
\nAh there’s little of it buried in the ruins of your face
\nIt could have been so different, and at times you feel bad
\nFor you really did have something, something the others never had
\nAnd the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl
\nFor the circle turns and turns and turns so sad, little girl.
\nOh the circle turns and turns and it’s too bad, little girl.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”14. Inside Out”][vc_column_text][\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”15. Rockin at the 2i\u2019s”][vc_column_text]I go every night, I make myself some tea
\nI rush into the bedroom , put on my old blue jeans
\nBack down the stairs, I said goodbye to mum
\nShe looks at me and says \u2018Where you going son?\u2019<\/p>\n
Goin\u2019 rockin\u2019 at the 2i\u2019s
\nWell, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nYeah, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nWell, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nWell, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nWe won\u2019t be home tonight<\/p>\n
Now, rushed out the gate, went walking down the road
\nI got up to the bus stop, put on my overcoat
\nAlong came a bus, a number 54
\nWhen I got inside, they were rockin\u2019 on the floor<\/p>\n
Goin\u2019 rockin\u2019 at the 2i\u2019s
\nWell, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nYeah, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nWe won\u2019t be home tonight<\/p>\n
I out picked a chick, she was the most
\nWe rocked and we rolled till we lost that ghost
\nWe danced and we jived the whole night through
\nI lost her heel on my blue suede shoe<\/p>\n
Goin\u2019 rockin\u2019 at the 2i\u2019s
\nWell, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nYeah, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nWell, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nWell, rockin at the 2i\u2019s
\nWe won\u2019t be home tonight[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”16. Fanlight Fanny”][vc_column_text]Up the west end, that’s the best end, where the night clubs thrive\u2028Down into a dive you go.\u2028There’s a jazz queen, she’s a has-been, has been Lord knows what\u2028Every night she’s there on show.\u2028She dances underneath a magic spell\u2028She’s full of charm and beer and stout as well.<\/p>\n
She’s 66 but looks sixteen,\u2028Her friends don’t know her now her face is clean\u2028Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.\u2028\u2028See her glide around the floor, then glide around into the pub next door.\u2028Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.<\/p>\n
Every morn at the break of day,\u2028They call for the empties and they cart away\u2028Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen<\/p>\n
By tecs she’s followed and when she’s collared the judge she always cheats,<\/p>\n
Twice a month two weeks she’ll do.\u2028 She’s often boasted she’s been toasted, toasted by her friends.\u2028She ought to be cremated too.\u2028You can’t tell if she’s brunette or a blonde,\u2028She’s like something you drag out of a pond.<\/p>\n
Now She’s a peach but understand\u2028She’s called a peach because she’s always canned.\u2028Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.<\/p>\n
When she’s dressed she’s like Mae West,\u2028She wears two saucepan lids upon her chest.\u2028Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.<\/p>\n
She looks well in the lime, a queen all the time,\u2028You get your money’s worth.\u2028By day you’ll say “It’s her second time on earth”.<\/p>\n
She waltzes in the west end shops,<\/p>\n
Then waltzes out in between two cops.\u2028Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][\/vc_accordion][\/vc_column][vc_column width=”1\/2″ css=”.vc_custom_1502359655373{margin-top: 40px !important;}” el_class=”screenadjust”]