Lyrics Rod Stewart

Rod Stewart

Too Bad

Too bad we were thrown downstairs

We never got a chance to sing

We were quite polite with one invite

To keep us off the street

So we mingled for a minute or two

With the high class clientele

And then somebody said who invited them

Them, that crowd of refugees, get out

What an insult to be shown the door

Before we could shake a leg

I was most intrigued by the colored queen

Bleeding on the kitchen door

Then I was ushered with my friends

By the butler who was twelve feet tall

But let me please explain 'cause we're not to blame

We just don't have the right accent, no no, get out

All we wanted to do was to socialize

Oh, you know it's a shame

I was always getting the pain

All we wanted to do was to socialize

Oh, you know it's a shame

How we always get the blame

Twenty girls, damp hotels

Is where I'm gonna stay

'Cause now I see what it's all about

I didn't at the old school side

Don't worry we had more fun

Waiting for the all night bus, oh

Too bad my regional tongue

Gave us away again