On the outskirts of nowhere,
On the ringroad to somewhere,
On the verge of indecision,
I'll always take the roundabout way.
Waiting on the rain.
For I was born with a habit,
From a sign.
The habit of a windswept thumb.
And the sign of the rain
Rain on me!
{It's started raining}
A) Wide Boy
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian.
Wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian.
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
These hearts of Lothian.
It's six o'clock in the tower blocks,
The stalagmites of culture shock, {culture shock}
And the trippers of the light fantastic, bowdown, hoe-down
Spray their pheremones on this perfume uniform.
And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile.
And they're waiting on the Slyboys, flyboys, wideboys.
Rooting, tooting Cowboys, lucky little ladies at the watering holes.
They'll score the Friday night goals.
I was born with a heart of Lothian, I was born with a heart of Lothian.
I was bor-orn with a heart of Lothian *) Not on the 7"
I was born with a heart of Lothian *) Not on the 7"
I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian.
(End of the single version)
B) Curtain Call
And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up.
'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot.
But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot.
How did I get in here anyway?
Do we really need a playback of the show?
'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes, watering holes, watering holes.
Let's go.
And the man in the mirror has sad eyes.
Writer(s): Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Steve Rothery, Pete Trewavas, Derek William Dick
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