Bloke On Bloke

Strange as it may seem, I once had my football dreams
But I was always the last one, the last to get chosen
When my classmates picked their teams

I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I played
Life just tripped me and clattered and kicked me
Till you picked me from the parade

Now I feel like I’ve won the cup every time that we
make love
Forty-five minutes each way, at halftime I hear a brass
band play

The boy done good, the girl done better,
The seasons turn and we’re still together,
The sky is still blue and tomorrow is another day

You weren’t that kind of a girl who likes her studs to
be covered in mud
Taking you to the pictures was a regular fixture
For one of life’s eternal subs

I tried hard acting tough, but I just can’t stand the
taste of that stuff
Like some macho park player I got in the way of
In some grudge match against his club
But I’m happier how I am today now I’ve put my
boots away
I guess I’ll never get picked to play my song on Match
of the Day

With my qualifications
With my qualifications

I could get me a job walking a dog
Chopping a log, cleaning a bog

With my qualifications
With my qualifications

I could see myself stacking a shelf
As a sales assistant at Do-It -Yourself

With my qualifications
With my qualifications

My brother worked night and day
At the Eurostar Terminal
And the government gave it away

So what’s the point in university?
For three years I read philosophy
Now I read barcodes all day long
Beep-beep-beep sings that check-out song

With my qualifications
Talking ’bout my qualifications
Would you like to see my Ph.D.?
My BSE? My GCSE?
I gotta first in physics so I ought to know
If your fries are for here or to go

Sugardaddy took me to wonderland
Gave me so many presents I could not stand
To see you
I really couldn’t stand to see you

Sugardaddy took me far away
On a holiday, I didn’t have to pay
Just be there
All I had to do was be there

Sugardaddy comes with his pockets full of fun
Sugardaddy’s blowing kisses from his gun
What will he do and where will he run
When the real world comes to town

Sugardaddy took all my pain away
Now I have to say
I’d let him get away with murder
I’d let him get away with murder

He drives a car that doesn’t have a roof
He dares the Big Ol’ World to tell him the truth
By buying silence
He buys you silence

Silence, so you’ll never ask him why
Silence, so you’ll never say he makes you cry
Silence, so you’ll never look him in the eye
And say you want his time ‘cos time is money

Sugardaddy can’t help but overfill my cup
Sugardaddy always rides heavy on his luck
What will he do when his baby grows up
And doesn’t want the toys that he’s provided?

Sugardaddy comes with his pockets full of fun
Sugardaddy’s blowing kisses from his gun
What will he do and where will he run
When the real world comes to town

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Sugardaddy took me to wonderland
Gave me so many presents I could not stand
To see you
I really couldn’t stand to see you

Sugardaddy took me far away
On a holiday, I didn’t have to pay
Just be there
All I had to do was be there

Sugardaddy comes with his pockets full of fun
Sugardaddy’s blowing kisses from his gun
What will he do and where will he run
When the real world comes to town

Sugardaddy took all my pain away
Now I have to say
I’d let him get away with murder
I’d let him get away with murder

He drives a car that doesn’t have a roof
He dares the Big Ol’ World to tell him the truth
By buying silence
He buys you silence

Silence, so you’ll never ask him why
Silence, so you’ll never say he makes you cry
Silence, so you’ll never look him in the eye
And say you want his time ‘cos time is money

Sugardaddy can’t help but overfill my cup
Sugardaddy always rides heavy on his luck
What will he do when his baby grows up
And doesn’t want the toys that he’s provided?

Sugardaddy comes with his pockets full of fun
Sugardaddy’s blowing kisses from his gun
What will he do and where will he run
When the real world comes to town

The wind sways the trees and the raindrops on the leaves
Tumble down, down my neck in the breeze

Yes, it’s true I hid out in the shadow of your doubt,
And this medal that I wear is not for bravery, I’m afraid

And we’re both going to have to accept
That this might be as good as it gets
As our love for each other respects
Neither rule nor reason

The Queen on her throne plays Shirley Bassey
records when she’s all on her own
And she looks out the window
And cries

What should I do? Scratch off all of my tattoos?
And forget those girls’ names?
But you’re not about to let me do that, are you?

And we’re both going to have to accept
That this might be as bad as it gets
As our love for each other respects
Neither rule nor reason

And we’re both going to have to accept
That this might be as big as it gets
As our love for each other respects
Neither rule nor reason

You Thatcherites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
You Thatcherites by name lend an ear
You Thatcherites by name, your faults I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I must blame, you will hear, you will hear
Your doctrines I must blame, you will hear

You privatise away what is ours, what is ours
You privatise away what is ours
You privatise away and then you make us pay
We’ll take it back some day, mark my words, mark my words
We’ll take it back some day, mark my words

The scabs they hide their faces in shame, yes in shame
The scabs they hide their faces in shame
They hide away in shame but we recall their names
And they know they’ll share the blame for it all, for it all
They know they’ll share the blame for it all

Your leader she has gone to the Lords, to the Lords
Your leader, she has gone to the Lords
Your Leader she has gone, but she’s left us Little John
And he’s barely hanging on by his nails, by his nails
He’s barely hanging on by his nails