INTERCITY BLUES
Well I've been spotting trains now for nigh on thirty years
The day they took the steam away this grown man cried real tears
They they brought in diesel but things just weren't the same
Cos they don't stoke my boiler like those good old choo choo trains
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I don't want to use the highways and waste the leather on my shoes
If they privatise the railways I'll get those intercity blues
From Preston up to Carnforth, Black Rod to Moses Gate
Rugby, Wigan, Warrington, I can't resist the bait
Milton Keynes to Poulton, Canterbury to Crewe
Puzzle books and old pork pies and British Rail brews
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I wouldn't mind the screaming if this kid could wail a tune
Give this man a baseball bat to end this baby boom
You'd think these journey's would drive me crazy but I don't get depressed
Cos it sure beats the hell out of the National Express
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OH GOD IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT AGAIN
Someone's in the corner pissed out of their brains
Oh God it's Friday night again
I don't know what he's drinking but I'll have a pint of the same
Oh God it's Friday night again
We started on the Boddingtons then moved on to red wine
And then we had some whisky cos we felt we had the time
Oh God it's Friday night again
The wife is in the bathroom tears are in her eyes
Oh God it's Friday night again
She's never seen me unconscious she thought that I had I died
Oh God it's Friday night again
I said hello to God down the big white telephone
I sat chunnering for hours but the bastard wasn't home
Oh God it's Friday night again
There's cans and bottles everywhere but all of them are drunk
Oh God it's Friday night again
We'll regret it in the morning but for now it seems like fun
Oh God it's Friday night again
We'll fall asleep at one o'clock then wake again at four
I'll join the wife in bed whilst t'best mate kips
downstairs on the floor
Oh God it's Friday night again