Lyrics

My mate lives above a shipshape Drink more beers, but then he forgot I live at flat 22 Down and out on Maple Avenue And I know I've got to be on time It's already a quarter to 9 I never crossed that thin white line Being late it's just a big crime to me Do you think you wanna know Do you think it's time to go It's time your ship was sunk And all the time it's just so punk And I know I've got to be on time It's already a quarter to 9 I never crossed the thin white line If I'm late well that'll, that'll be my time
Writer(s): David Charles Humphries, Robert William Crebbin, Thomas David Saunders, Kyle Edward John Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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