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Текст (слова) песни: Beautiful South, The - From under the covers

It`s 6.00am and even Big Ben
Is trying to get his head down for a kip
But no sooner is it down
And then it`s on with dressing gown
For this city very rarely loses grip

But I have a friend who`s never up by 10.00
He`s fast asleep with mouth open wide
He`s lost a lot of jobs, but he`s won a lot of friends
And he says to me, he cannot tell the time

It`s 7.00am and we`re coughing up the phlegm
Spitting out the taste of night before
And we`ll vomit and we`ll choke
Just to climb their tatty rope
Well this city has its charm, and its claw

And he`ll blame his clock
Or he`ll say he`s lost his socks
And they`ll tell you that he`s been bitten by a snake
His excuses are an art
From the bottom of his heart
And he thinks of them whenenver he awakes

It`s 8.00am we`re on the road again
Racing for a placing at the top
And it says green for go
For the people in the know
But for the others all it says is red for stop

It`s cold and its damp
And they`ve dug him a grave
And the 10.15 merchants still in bed
And scrawled upon the headboard
For the whole wide world to see
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"

 

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