(Ron Wood/Rod Stewart)



Too bad we was thrown downstairs

You never got a chance to sing

We were quite polite

With one invite

To keep us off the streeet

We mingled for a minute or two

With the high class clientele

And then somebody said who invited them

them that crowd of refugees



What an insult to be shown the door

Before we could shake a leg

I was most intrigued by the colored queen

bleeding on the kitchen door

Then I was ushered with my friends

by the butler who was twelve feet tall

Well let me please explain

That were not to blame

We just don't have the right accent

No, no



All we wanted to do was to socialize

Oh you know its a shame

I was always getting the pain



All we wanted to do was to socialize

Oh you know its a shame

How we always get the blame



Twenty girls, damp hotels

is where I'm gonna stay

Cause now I see what it's all about

I didn't at the old school side

Don't worry we had more fun

waiting for the all night bus

Too bad my regional tongue

gave us away again