The Amphetameanies
The Amphetameanies - Sunday Driver lyrics
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Doc Skazoid, a keen talker Never knew a man could talk so much His sister knew Glitter, Got older did not keep in touch Did dexys, The Sixties, Ten years so good that he forgot He did forget! Did business down London No debt too dirty to collect Smart dressing gent distressing Your money or your fucking neck Did whisky, The Sixties, Ten years so good that he forgot He did forget! He's been talking, talking all nite long He's been talking, talking all nite long Been dragging his wagon More years than I have ever seen No drinkies for Crinkly But you can see where they have been In sheepskin in summer But I've never ever seen the old boy sweat Top pocket, Blue Peters Wouldn't do to get those beauties wet Beauties Wet! He's been talking, talking all nite long He's been talking, talking all nite long The Children of the Clyde They're durty and they're wide The oily water shines, The oily water's fine The Children of the Clyde They're durty and they're wide The oily water shines, The oily water's fine God summoned Don Drummond Tom McCook and Roland Alphonso Old timer, sunday driver He's got a ticket for that show Old timer, sunday driver He's got his ticket for the show For the show! He's been talking, talking all nite long He's been talking, talking all nite long