Get out of London Songtext

von Pretenders

Hold Tight
One day morning wake up yamning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ring on the bell says it's half past eight
Keys in my tea, hey i'm gonna be late
I'm walking on the pavement skipping,
On the lines so the bears won't eat me send me to the saltmines
Get on the bus but the bus don't start my feet are siten down my head on the tire
I can't open the window cuz there ain't no sun
I think somebodys tellin me to G-G-G-G-Get out of London

My feets keep movin and i don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-lingin
I like my housetop, i think i hit a phonebox
Makin coufins out of bits of no woods,
Sellin tea to the counsil though i know it's no good to be a trader,
Calaberator, still i rather be a snitch then a cocktail waiter
Commit my crime now while I