even got lost trying to find the M1
ended up in South Shields with a couple of drunks
moved to Crouch End suburb of cool
took a few drugs acted the fool
fell in love with a girl on her harmonium stool
went round the world in the back of a van
we kept in touch with our only fan
he was short and sweet lived in Japan
the band broke up round a pool in Bangkok
to tell you the truth it didn’t come as a shock
our days were numbered like hands on a clock
so we carried on me and the serious girl
had massive hits all round the world
we got so big we both became ill
flew into London with a bit of a tan
caught the train back to Sunderland to see me old man
we had bacon and eggs from the same frying pan
to walk down the high street
avoiding a scrap
“are you Dave Stewart?”
“yeah”
:you’re a crap”
had a pint in the Beehive then home for a nap
got married in France to an Irish colleen
I was thirty three she was only thirteen
I wore orange but she wore green
now I sit and write plays for myself and my sons
they keep me amused yeah I have much more fun
than big lines of speed at quarter to one
on a peaceful Sunday morning