Mon Yous, Mon Us, But No Them

Well Shorty's into ballet

She does it in the alley

Sells it when the kid goes

All around the discos

You can see him crashing

All after a fashion

Like the girls in my street

Have all been around

And little Petey Pan steams

All the girls from show reels

Sells them for a fiver

For Jezabel Godiva

She'd burn him in the kitchen

Just to stop the bitching

He said the girls on my street

Have all been around

Anna lies

She's got that broken look in her eye

Whoopee-dee

She's so much more good looking than me

Dublin Dave

He said those Hard Rock girls are so brave

Miss Dagger's got my heart

She's known it from the start

Oh, I was a serious boy

I couldn't buy me no joy

And it's all about the way that you

String those fancy words of yours together

And you lived in the West End

All of your life and it shows

Well drunk1 got a kicking

Because his bones were sticking

We threw him on the pavement

For easy entertainment

Oh, what a cheeky fellow

He says hi

I say hello

He said the girls on my street

Have all been around

Johny Small was thinking

To stop himself from drinking

And Gizmo had the reason for aggravated treason

I just can't fit them all in

But Bean, she comes a-calling

I killed them all

They said my sister's

Been around

Anna lies

She's got that broken look in her eye

Whoopee-dee

She's so much more good looking than me

Anna lies

She's got that broken look in her eye

Whoopee-dee

She's so much more good looking than me