Song | The Gutterati? |
Artist | The Fratellis |
Album | The Fratellis EP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well I was chasin down flys and shootin up women | |
And tryin to get the whole thing straight in my head | |
Lookin for a girl to come with me swimming | |
And come and play tunes at the end of my bed | |
And all the hard men were drinkin down petrol | |
And bamming up the girl when in came the law | |
Heading for the door and getting tongue tied | |
When they asked me what exactly I saw | |
So I’ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I’ll help you any way I can | |
Back at my room I was making me nervous | |
Watching TV and picking my feet | |
Wishing I was pretty and burning my shoes | |
And wishing for once I’d kept the receipt | |
I called myself and wondered out loud | |
Tried to get the whole thing straight in my head | |
I left the tape running and played it back twice | |
But I couldn’t make sense of what I had said | |
So I’ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I’ll help you any way I can | |
It may not make you handsome and it may not even make you feel alive | |
You may not have the ransom but you can always count on this | |
It’s him and them and she and me | |
And sick and muddy, everybody | |
So I’ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I’ll help you any way I can | |
You can bring your waster’s banjo and your sister and your friend Diane | |
Well I may not have a big boy’s pistol but I’ll help them any way I can | |
You can call me Cinderella, call me your best man | |
Well you may be a right old queen but I’ll help you any way I can |
Well I was chasin down flys and shootin up women | |
And tryin to get the whole thing straight in my head | |
Lookin for a girl to come with me swimming | |
And come and play tunes at the end of my bed | |
And all the hard men were drinkin down petrol | |
And bamming up the girl when in came the law | |
Heading for the door and getting tongue tied | |
When they asked me what exactly I saw | |
So I' ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I' ll help you any way I can | |
Back at my room I was making me nervous | |
Watching TV and picking my feet | |
Wishing I was pretty and burning my shoes | |
And wishing for once I' d kept the receipt | |
I called myself and wondered out loud | |
Tried to get the whole thing straight in my head | |
I left the tape running and played it back twice | |
But I couldn' t make sense of what I had said | |
So I' ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I' ll help you any way I can | |
It may not make you handsome and it may not even make you feel alive | |
You may not have the ransom but you can always count on this | |
It' s him and them and she and me | |
And sick and muddy, everybody | |
So I' ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I' ll help you any way I can | |
You can bring your waster' s banjo and your sister and your friend Diane | |
Well I may not have a big boy' s pistol but I' ll help them any way I can | |
You can call me Cinderella, call me your best man | |
Well you may be a right old queen but I' ll help you any way I can |
Well I was chasin down flys and shootin up women | |
And tryin to get the whole thing straight in my head | |
Lookin for a girl to come with me swimming | |
And come and play tunes at the end of my bed | |
And all the hard men were drinkin down petrol | |
And bamming up the girl when in came the law | |
Heading for the door and getting tongue tied | |
When they asked me what exactly I saw | |
So I' ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I' ll help you any way I can | |
Back at my room I was making me nervous | |
Watching TV and picking my feet | |
Wishing I was pretty and burning my shoes | |
And wishing for once I' d kept the receipt | |
I called myself and wondered out loud | |
Tried to get the whole thing straight in my head | |
I left the tape running and played it back twice | |
But I couldn' t make sense of what I had said | |
So I' ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I' ll help you any way I can | |
It may not make you handsome and it may not even make you feel alive | |
You may not have the ransom but you can always count on this | |
It' s him and them and she and me | |
And sick and muddy, everybody | |
So I' ll get some monte christo | |
And we can all go see the band | |
Well I may not be a looker, yeah | |
But I' ll help you any way I can | |
You can bring your waster' s banjo and your sister and your friend Diane | |
Well I may not have a big boy' s pistol but I' ll help them any way I can | |
You can call me Cinderella, call me your best man | |
Well you may be a right old queen but I' ll help you any way I can |