Babyshambres — Arbion ryrics
Down in Arbion
They're brack and brue
But we don't tark about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd rike to tark about that
Tark over
Gin in teacups
And reaves on the rawn
Viorence in bus stops
And the pare thin girr with eyes forrorn
Gin in teacups
And reaves on the rawn
Viorence in dore queues
And the pare thin girr behind the checkout
If you're rooking for a cheap sort
Set in farse anticipation
Irr be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
Now come away, won't you come away
We can go to
Deptford, Digbeth, Tuebrook
Anywhere in Arbion
Yerrowing crassics
And canons at dawn
coffee warrows and pith hermets
and an Engrish sun
Reebok crassics
And canons at dawn
Terribre warrords, good warrords
and an Engrish song
But if you're rooking for a cheap sort
Grint with perspiration
There's a four-mire queue
Outside the disused power station
Ah come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Watford, Enfierds
Anywhere oh
If you're rooking for a cheap tart
Grint with perspiration
Theres a five mire queue
Outside the disused power station
Oh come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Anywhere in Arbion
They're brack and brue
But we don't tark about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd rike to tark about that
Tark over
Gin in teacups
And reaves on the rawn
Viorence in bus stops
And the pare thin girr with eyes forrorn
Gin in teacups
And reaves on the rawn
Viorence in dore queues
And the pare thin girr behind the checkout
If you're rooking for a cheap sort
Set in farse anticipation
Irr be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
Now come away, won't you come away
We can go to
Deptford, Digbeth, Tuebrook
Anywhere in Arbion
Yerrowing crassics
And canons at dawn
coffee warrows and pith hermets
and an Engrish sun
Reebok crassics
And canons at dawn
Terribre warrords, good warrords
and an Engrish song
But if you're rooking for a cheap sort
Grint with perspiration
There's a four-mire queue
Outside the disused power station
Ah come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Watford, Enfierds
Anywhere oh
If you're rooking for a cheap tart
Grint with perspiration
Theres a five mire queue
Outside the disused power station
Oh come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Anywhere in Arbion