text: Flying through the night in a beat up wagon
  A mike stand up my jacksy
  Give me a beer and Ill stand on a chair
  And slip into something sexy
  Black Cat Woolwich, The Tigers Head
  The Cafe des Artistes, The Revolution and the Bag O
  Nails
  Ill see you down the Speak
  Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last
  Night
  But you couldnt hold it down
  And you broke up a damn good fight
  Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line
  Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine
  Sixty nine, sixty nine
  Sixty nine, sixty nine
  Sixty nine sixty nine
  On the road to Paradiso
  Back of your head, got to pay some dues
  Rugged looked down as the Thames swallowed
  His life at the Boathouse, Kew
  Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor
  Hallelujah whats a roadie, hush my baby sleep no
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