On the razzle Songtext

von The Men They Couldn't Hang

Just turned thirty, left work early
Headed for the "Grape and Grain"
Came across Shorty, gone bald, gone portly
Just off the London train
Raised our right hands in all the old pubs
Staggered down the road to The Domino Club

Whiskey chasers, downhill racers
Talking about the good old days
Drainpipe trousers, two rabble rousers
Speeding round for seven days
Sights held high
On the razzle, guy!

'Isn't that Daisy? Didn't you?...' 'maybe...'
'The night of the Jubilee bash
Take another chance and ask her to dance
I'll get them to play the Clash'
The DJ played 'Complete Control'
Kids stopped dancing and the place went cold

Bouncers came over, started getting sober
Shorty recognised an old face
'That guy jumped me at some squat party
Years ago in Bedford Place...'
Soon the pints were splilled
Then the faces were filled

Two casanova's, early hangovers
Telephone call to the boss
Faces in mourning, last written warning
Tongue feels like candy floss
Shorty went back at the end of the day
I never liked him that much anyway