Fulwood Babylon Songtext

Were all over it.

I tried to look impressed

It was as futile a gesture

As a futile gesture, futile gesture gets.



Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand

If you don't plan to be around five minutes later,

Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand

And don't just say the things that you think I want to hear.


You were there to fill my time

It was dark (but you)

But you had nice eyes.

I wasn't too impressed

You hadn't told me anything

Anything amusing yet.



Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand

If you don't plan to be around five minutes later,

Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand

And don't just say the things that you think I want to hear.



It's hard enough getting someone to like you

And then you find out that they're nothing like you

And it's been a waste of time.



"Girls fantasise on school trips to galleries

Of men who don't meet their parents' expectations

Who want to introduce them to illicit Russ Meyer films,

And dance 'til dawn to old Kinks records.

These are the things you don't understand

Quarter to ten, you're wasting your time

If you want to know me, watch how I dance."



Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand

If you don't plan to be around five minutes later,

Don't be a sycophant and don't try to hold my hand

And don't just say the things that you think I want to hear.



It's hard enough getting someone to like you

And then you find out that they're nothing like you

And it's been a waste of time.



People think I'm being perverse on purpose... (x8)



But they don't know you... (x6)