the streets
too much brandy
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where were you that cold December  'Cause 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  Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms just  Kicked in, think I might be finished  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 its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy  In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy   Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble  So the Marlons'll have to be doubles  Then you drink doubles  The same speed you drink singles  Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm having all that's in the  Bubble in the bottom of the bottle  Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled  Club's full, you mingle  You dance the fandango  You sing all your favorite jingles  Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon  One has a monocle and cigar  Dickie-bow and long johns  My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman  Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor  For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour  Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique  Get to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets   In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy  In its 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,  Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we're walking up out and back to the road, talking  Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind's focused, balance fucked up  Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round I'm quite partial to another  Marlon at the bar  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 its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy  In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy