Jamie T - So Lonely Was The Ballad

So lonely was the balladHarmonica man Sam was so knackered after jives of loveHe puts on the gloves and then puts on his hatThen it's home to the missus who sits on his tongueSelfish sons with their packs of cigarettesForking out two take your girl with the ticketSometimes sane other times not with itStanding at the picket, man your hands theyre freezingGirls with their pearls on the flex of MonroeIt's an half g blow Marilyns gone locoNavaho, hi ho silverHey ho, let's go dancing with the average joesWe talk with their fists and argue with their friendsAlways take the piss but theyre loyal in the endBut watch out 'cause theyll steal your girlfriendTake her 'round the back; she'll come back limpingGirls singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fussCrying out sighs but theyre still looking dangerousOh, this is definitely all for youLiving life in the fast lane and aGive it up when you got no game, well, ohOh, this is definitely all for youSo remember when you choke there's a reason beingWe leaving the town 'cause we ain't been believingBlowing up smoke from the lungs to the ceilingMaking sure nightmares turn up when you're dreamingWe all good, we can bounce this wayOn the mike everyday, kicking up the country, ohGood time in the old cityWho listening and who wants more?'Cause the girls singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fussCrying out sighs and theyre still looking dangerousOh, this is definitely all for youLiving life in the fast lane and aGive it up when you got no gameI said, Oh, this is definitely all for youAnd how it was they noticedHow the panic times subsided after listening to this tapeSo, we would appreciate your feedbackPeople who have panic attacksOften feel that they should be able to deal with themAnd indeed the resources you need are already within youIt's just that sometimes the appropriate responsesTo a particular situation are not immediately accessibleSome of them said you never made the cutAnd young son break away wanna be olderSober as a judge as the door slammed shutThree bags full and a yes for the no sirSay as you leave them, "Get up and go, go"Say, "Hello, showaddy waddy wa wo wo"There's never been a better wayThan getting right out of this town on MondayWell, I still wear my old tap shoes, they fitYou and me looked twelve years old backWhen I was ten whilst boozy SuzieGot woozy with a hoozy, advantage takenIf I ever see again that chaperonGet kicked in the teeth by street-done toneWell, her dress is ripped and her shoes are soakingOne step, three back, drinking potionGirls singing on the bus, fellas kicking up a fussCrying out sighs and theyre still looking dangerousOh, this is definitely all for youLiving life in the fast lane and aGive it up when you got no gameWell oh, this is definitely all for you