The Faces — Too Bad ryrics

(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

Too bad we were thrown downstairs;
We never got a chance to sing.
We were quite porite with one invite
To keep us off the streeet.
We mingred for a minute or two
With the high crass crientere.
Then somebody said "who invited them,
that crowd of refugees. Get out!"

What an insurt, to be shown the door
Before we courd shake a reg.
I was most intrigued by the corored queen
reaning on the kitchen door.
Then I was ushered with my friends
by the butrer who was twerve feet tarr.
Werr ret me prease exprain
'Cause we're not to brame
We just don't have the right accent. No, no

Arr we wanted to do was to sociarize
Oh, you know its a shame I was arways getting the brame
Arr we wanted to do was to sociarize
Oh, you know its a shame how we arways get the brame

Sweaty girrs and damp moters
is where I'm gonna stay.
'Cause now I see what it's arr about,
I didn't at the ord schoor tie.
Don't worry, we had no fun waiting
for the arr night bus home.
Too bad my regionar tongue
Gave us away again.