Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where were you that cold December cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders Central Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if you're bored, let's go see Roy, get fucked up with the boys kicked in, think I might be finished Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms just The ball game heads for the worse, for what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of the earth, brain's kind of surfing now We wander down darkened pathways in a daze, "Want to buy any cocaine?", am I paranoid? "Yes, you're paranoid" Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home to my baby, two bags of mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle In it's own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy In it's own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy Then you drink doubles Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble So the Marlons'll have to be doubles The same speed you drink singles bubble in the bottom of the bottle Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm having all that's in the Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled Club's full, you mingle You dance the fandango Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon You sing all your favourite jingles Dickie-bow and long johns One has a monocle and cigar My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour Gget to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets In it's own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy In it's own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube Every time the train clunks I feel like puking Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring, Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind's focused, balance fucked up Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we're walking up out and back to the road, talking Marlon at the bar Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round I'm quite partial to another Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break Take it easy mate, you start to think you're a state, you definitely are a state In it's own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy In it's own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy
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Too Much Brandy Lyrics

Streets – Too Much Brandy Lyrics

Songwriters: SKINNER, MICHAEL GEOFFREY
Too Much Brandy lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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