'69

Flying through the night in a beat up wagon A mike stand up my jacksy Give me a beer and Ill stand on a chair And slip into something sexy Black cat woolwich, the tigers head The cafe des artistes, the revolution and the bag o nails Ill see you down the speak Your ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth But you couldnt hold it down And you broke up a damn good fight Ligging at the old marquee, spinning jack a line Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine Sixty nine, sixty nine Sixty nine, sixty nine On the road to paradiso Back of your head, got to pay some dues Rugged looked down as the thames swallowed His life at the boathouse, kew Hot girls, no ac, cheap tv, sleep on the floor Hallelujah whats a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more