Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Verse 1

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food

takes a long time to pass you by

Day upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a

dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style

I don't like this place, We better go

Then I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure

as the cold driven snow

Verse 2

What did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind?

There was noises, distractions from anything good and the old prison food

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble

Cause anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid

on your back

With the boy with the arab strap

With the boy from the arab strap

Verse 3

It's something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled

Do you ever feel you have gone too far?

Everyone suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton

The Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with

your lewd and lascivious boasts

We all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing

We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again

You're the boy with the filthy laugh

You're the boy with the arab strap

Verse 4

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop

Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm

What do you make of the cool set in London?

You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks

She's a waitress and she's got style

Sunday bathtime could take a while