Waoh Flying through the night in a beat up wagon

A mike stand up my jacksy

And give me a beer and I'll stand on a chair

And slip into something sexy

Waoh The Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger's Head, The Cafe des Artistes

The Revolution and the Bag O' Nails, I'll see you down the Speak'



Well your Ma said you slept real good in your food last night

But you couldn't hold it down

But you broke up a real good fight

Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line

Even he knew better than me 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, what's a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more



Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last night

You couldn't hold it down

But you broke up a real good fight

Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line

Even he knew better than me in sixty nine