Yeah So I'm walking home; I'm just walking home, all on my own There's literally no-one else awake except me and the bloke selling hot dogs outside the station And what a wild night it's been
Two blokes dressed up as bananas join the party saying that they've just taken a huge pay rise at their dream job, great So you work 35 hours a week pushing paper for someone who doesn't even know you exist, great So you've got a promotion and sit next to Vicky from accounts who you say is somewhat of a potential love interest, well either way she's at least a bit of eye candy apparently
"And what about you, what keeps you busy?" Well, excuse me my slippery skinned friend, I must be going now And just like that I was off, just me myself and I again, no distractions, alone with my thoughts And what a wild night it's been
Cocktails and disco biscuits And the night bus can be a terrifying place But just a short walk past the hardware store and across the crossroads and then home Finally
Take these jeans off, slip out of these shoes and stare at the ceiling and let some kind of repetitive salsa music drift me off to the land of nod
I sure hope I can sleep tonight I'm awfully tired In fact, fuck that, I'm tired as fuck And avoiding these puddles that seem to have gathered since I left mine is a little bit of a drain
(Last night got far too crazy) (We ate some disco biscuits) I slowly make my way down the road (You got sideways fucked up) Tarmac and white lines (I couldn't feel my fingers) Tarmac and white lines
Thank God we got rid of those bananas hey? Why? Why?
Why is it that when you're ruined all your interactions seem to have a mysterious undertone? Like wait, did I just meet my cousin? Or maybe a future lover? Or, "Hey you look just like that guy that works at my local Londis!"
Bartenders hey, fuck those guys Like yeah I get it, I used to work at bar too But come on, I'm trying to have fun here and you're being a proper vibe vacuum A vampire, vacuuming up every last drop of my enthusiasm until I am nothing but a sorry little raisin Bananas and raisins
(Last night got far too crazy) I sure hope I have toast at home (We ate some disco biscuits) cheese on toast, salt and pepper, Lea and Perrins, wow! (You got sideways fucked up) (I couldn't feel my fingers)
Game changer, you have just changed my life Thank you so much for showing up and I genuinely appreciate the guidance
Hm, my legs are aching a little now But either way, not far, not far Come on Murray, not far at all, keep on going And each Uber that glides silently past me is like a lonely ghost of some pre-existing supercar, that once roared and snarled at the traffic lights, reduced to nothing but a quivering silent pseudo suitable tin can
Ah, finally I've made it Where are my keys? Okay, don't be silly they're in your hand Why you making this long? Just go through the door Okay, waiting for the lift now And brace yourself, for when the lift's door opens And then the huge full length mirror Me in all my drunken glory
(Last night got far too crazy) Kinda wish I got a photo with those weird banana men now (We ate some disco biscuits) But it's okay, 4th floor here I come! (You got sideways fucked up) ahhhh, Flat 65 (I couldn't feel my fingers) It's good to be back
Keys in the door, feeling good, feeling good and home at last And what a wild night it's been Especially for a school night Won't be doing that again in a hurry
Okay, turning my phone off now and um you can keep the music playing, by all means, just perhaps turn it down a little if that's cool? Yeah, much better, thank you Oh, and just quickly about tomorrow, I was thinking about taking Ayra and Harley out for a walk and then probably just chill, read a book or something Yeah Ha, ha Yeah, yeah, yeah Alright Hey, it's been a pleasure Yeah, thanks Speak tomorrow Sweet dreams and yeah Blah, blah, blah Alright goodnightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
