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• Artiste: Skint & Demoralised
• Titre: Seaside Shenanigans
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Welcome to Blackpool Bright lights, laddered tights Drunken fights and runaway kites Endless fun and sights to see With donkey rides and brides to be A week at the coast is all you need For your Visa card maxed, all your inabitions freed Blackpool is the town, where the madness never stops With the grubbiest food, and the tackiest shops A jumbo stick of rock, for only £3.10 A huge inflatable cock, or your name on a pen Fish and chips for tea, and then half a dozen lagers And all the kids are laughing at the drunken fathers. Bright lights, laddered tights Drunken fights and runaway kites Endless fun and sights to see With donkey rides and brides to be Bright lights, laddered tights Drunken fights and runaway kites Endless fun and sights to see With donkey rides and brides to be Speaking of seaside towns, you ever been to Scarborough? Last time I went to Scarborough I met this girl called Barbara She was sat down by the harbour Eating chips and smoking Marlboro We went for a drink that night Things sparked up when she asked for a light Talking as you do Start to flirt when you've both had a few I gazed into her eyes We had our hands on each others thighs It's 12 o'clock already, it's amazing how time flies I walked her home down a cobbled road And she let me come inside, the wine was poured Comversation flowed and we'd nothing left to hide She turned down the lights and slipped off her tights The candlelight made it romantic No words needed speaking, the floorboards were creaking In the end it was really quite frantic There were no time for passion, and in quite a rude fashion She left me to sleep on the floor She crept off to bed, left the romance for dead I felt like I'd been with a whore Bright lights, laddered tights Drunken fights and runaway kites Endless fun and sights to see With donkey rides and brides to be Bright lights, laddered tights Drunken fights and runaway kites Endless fun and sights to see With donkey rides and brides to be At sunrise the seagulls were singing And the bastards made sure I'd been woken The taste in my mouth were quite minging And it felt like my back had been broken I started to feel quite suspicious So I went and knocked on the door The look that she gave me was quite vicious She didn't seem so nice anymore I scarbered downstairs, I didn't know what to do A man followed down and said "who the fuck are you?" But he gave me a coffee and a slice of his toast And asked how I knew Barbara and why I was at the coast I said "I met her last night, we had a drink by the pier" He slurped on his coffee and looked at me queer I said I felt quite confused, like I'd been used I made a joke about her tits but he didn't look too amused I saw the ring on his finger and feared for my life I said "how do you know Barbara?" he said "Barbara's my wife" Bright lights, laddered tights Drunken fights and runaway kites Endless fun and sights to see With donkey rides and brides to be Bright lights, laddered tights Drunken fights and runaway kites Endless fun and sights to see With donkey rides and brides to be Needless to say I've never been back My nose were left bleeding, and my eyes were both black I threw all me clothes on and then bolted outside I looked up at Barbara, I can see why she lied Nevermind I can always go to Blackpool next year