To think that the last of the small town playboys was a little bit like me 

Hold on 

Well what could that mean? 

Well Im still looking around for leads 

Cos when it comes to playboys 

Small towns are bursting at the seams 

England's getting fat 

But this suit is wearing thin 

So deal me another hand 

Before the games begin 

Well what do you do if the world owes you something? 

What else is there to do 

When the world owes you something new? 

I want you just to forget myself 

I need you just to forget myself 

I want you just to forget myself 

And so the last of the small town playboys 

Is a little bit like me 

Hold on 

Now what could that mean? 

No hope of hope and glory 

Spilling down the Camden Road 

Im in it for the story 

That you spit at me in code 

Well, my hearts in a headlock and my soul goes on unsung 

Unsung for the lonely 

Well what do you do when your world owes you something? 

Oh what is there to do 

When the world owes you something new? 

I want you just to forget myself 

I need you just to forget myself 

I've got you just to forget myself 

I need you 

I want you 

Ive got you just to forget myself 

I need you 

I want you 

I've got you just to forget myself