Barefoot Confessor

Camden Road
This one's always aggy Gunnin' for my throatSays he should "smash my face in" But he doesn't thoughWhat a long tingWhat a long tingCome we goHappy slappy chappiesOn the SilverLink MetroHeard you clapped some grannyBroke her fucking noseWhat a long tingWhat a long tingCome we goFit but not a buffyShame about the boatSays he wouldn't bang itStandards I would thoughWhat a long tingWhat a long tingCome we goI'm so tired of all the militant fists on the Camden RoadBut when you're scared inside the house where you live where you 'sposed to go?SongtexteI think he's got a habitHe clucking for my phoneHe hasn' got no creditHe put it up his noseWhat a long tingWhat a long ting Come we goCan get quite a handfulWhen he's on the cokeWhen he's on the levelHe's a nice enough blokeWhat a long tingWhat a long tingCome we goI'm so tired of the militant fists on the Camden RoadBut when you're scared inside the house where you live where you 'sposed to go?Where you 'sposed to go?Far too young a shaggerHe's still taking off her clothesShould strap up to bang 'erHasn't got one thoughWhat a long tingWhat a long tingCome we goThey say there's nothing to itPull it out 'fore it blowsNot all of us can do itTwelve year old Daddy OWhat a long tingWhat a long tingCome we go Aus Songtexte Mania