Yeah the late night show is over There's nothing will amuse The bars are closed and shuttered There's no-on to accuse And the whiskey bottle's empty So sad there ain't no booze Oh, such a bad case of this Mornington Blues, ow
Ow, ow, ow, ow Good Mornington Street Yeah, yeah, yeah to everyone you meet
The barstools by the dance floor all stand in rows of twos The piano player was sleeping, the saxman's out of tunes His credit cards are missing, eaten by baboons Got a bad case of the Mornington blues
I was found in boomtown In the roarin' ninety-twos With someone cooking moonshine To the point of straight abuse We had a dog called Badroad He was faithful as a goose Bad case of the Mornington Blues
So we just can't have a story About feeling in a wooze The bright side of the cloud Is the dark side of the muse So tears will turn to laughter Just ain't no excuse Bad case of this Mornington Blues
Tell me girl what a nice girl like you doing in a place like this Good Mornington StreetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
