Wetherspoon Nights

Wetherspoon Nights

(Bush/Mackay and a wee shout out to Bronte)

Out on the tiles in George Street, we will roll and fall in goo
You had a temper like my jealousy: Too drunk, too needy
How could you leave me when I needed to possess you?
I stalked you, I loved you too

Bad dreams in the night:
The doctor told me I was going to lose my sight
And leave behind my Wetherspoon, Wetherspoon, Wetherspoons nights

chorus
Cheap drink, whisky, Caffreys
And then home, It’s so cold
Let me in at your window

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely, on the other side of me
I drink wine a lot, I like a shot of Glenmorangie
I’m going back, though, for cheap drink: Hoegaarden, my only master

Bad dreams in the night:
The doctor told me I was going to lose my sight
And leave behind my Wetherspoon, Wetherspoon, Wetherspoons nights

Ooh! Let me have it
Let me grab your Skol away
repeat

There goes my kidney