Sheila (Live At The Scala, London / 2006)

This is our last song of the night

Thank you very much for coming down

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella

'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss"

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London

None of us heard her coming

Guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Her lingo went from the Cockney to the gringo

Anytime she sing a song, the other girls sing along

And tell all the fellas that the lady is single

Fickle way to tickle on a young man's pickle

She's up for doing what she like, any day more like the night

She drowned, drunk sorrows, stole, bought, borrowed

Didn't like fights, but at the same time understood

Fellas will be fellas 'til the end of time

Jack had a gang that he called 'The Many Grams'

He was known as 'Smack Jack, the Cracker Man'

In life, he was dealt some shit hands

But the boys got the back now

And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan

Dependent mans upon the heroins

And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam

And now Jack's on his own, man

Well done, Jack, he glugged down that cider

You're right, she's a slut, you never fucking liked her

Not like what, he stopped, so shocked

'Cause it turned out the last dance killed the pied piper

Tough little big man, friends with your daughters

Only 'cause they drive him to pick up all his quarters

Crawler, lager lout brawlers, fall to the floor

Think they're free but you ain't near that border

Too young, gunned down by your hellfire corner

Always did a favour, never took a order

Behave, young scallywag, a fine young Galahad

Glad ragged up, but only ever getting fag hags

Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag

Slag, better understand he came for the glamour

This town's original, superficial the issue

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella

'Cause she says, man, he ain't no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London

None of us heard her coming

I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

One more story about a girl, Georgina

Never seen a worse, clean young mess

Under stress at best, but she's pleased to see you

Love, God bless, lay her body to rest

Now it all dear started with Daddy's alcoholic

A lightweight, chinking it down, numbing his brain

Doctor said he couldn't get the heart dear started

Beat up, drugged up, she feeling the strain

She says, "In a rut, what the fuck I supposed to do?"

Suck it up, start, stop, keep running through

True, but you try, it ain't easy to do

She been buckle-belt beaten from the back like a brat

Don't know where she going, but she know where she at

So Georgie, it's time to chain react

But the truth is, you know, she probably fought back

Tears stream down her face, she screamed away

"When I fall, no-one catch me

Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly

I'll get scared, I'll scream and shout"

But you know it won't matter, she'll be passing out

I say gigidy-bigidy-up just another day

Another sad story, this tragedy

Paramedic announced death at 10:30

Rip it up, kick it, rip up the view

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella

'Cause she says, man, he ain't no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London

None of us heard her coming

I guess the carpet weren't rolled

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella

'Cause she says, man, he ain't no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London

None of us heard her coming

I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Thank you ladies and gentlemen, have a very good night

Thank you