Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fratellis
The Fratellis
Performer
Barry Wallace
Barry Wallace
Bass
John Lawler
John Lawler
Guitar
Gordon McRory
Gordon McRory
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Lawler
John Lawler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Fratellis
The Fratellis
Producer
Tom Lord-Alge
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Giles Hall
Giles Hall
Engineer
Stuart McCredie
Stuart McCredie
Engineer
Alan Moffat
Alan Moffat
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pull me up a chair and keep your money
There's no guarantees
Won't you please forgive me, but you know
Cold blooded women make me sneeze
And I'll kick you out the door
If for just one minute you lie
And they'll come crashin' through the wall
And leave you crawlin' till the minute you die
[Verse 2]
Pour yourself a drink or three
And maybe we'll think clearer for awhile
You may be an embarrassment
But I love the way your clothes are never in style
Living's much too easy
And dyin' would be some kind of bore
Well, you swear that you're original
But I know I've seen those jealous eyes before
[Verse 3]
So steal the watch from off my wrist
Oh, shake me by the hand
We could disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far
And they will not miss you when you go
[Verse 4]
Tear another hole in my brown shoes
And we can all sleep for a while
Well, I told you once before, I love your braces
And your hesitant smile
But please don't get me wrong, it's only right
That you can stamp on my heart
Well, I've seen you and your friends someplace
You know I just can't tell you apart
[Verse 5]
And thought they'll hunt you like a dog
Well, they won't take you alive
'Cause you made them piles of money
Stacked up twenty stories high
And the boys in every bar
They will not miss you when you go
[Verse 6]
So steal the watch from off of my wrist
Oh, and shake me by the hand
We could disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far
Though it's far away from me
Look me up when you get home
And maybe then we'll see
[Verse 7]
Well, they'll hunt you like a dog
Well, they won't take you alive
'Cause you made them piles of money
Stacked up twenty stories high
And the boys in every bar
Will not miss you when you're gone
You can tell a heady tale
And we'll both keep screamin' on
[Verse 8]
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
La la, la la, la la, la la
Written by: John Lawler
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