Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
And gets poured all over her fella
Cause she says "Man he ain't no better,
Than the next man kicking up a fuss"
Drunk, she stumbles down by the river
Screams, calling London
None of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Her lingo went from the Cockney to the Gringo
And any time she sing a song the other girls they sing along
And tell all the fellas the lady is single
It's a fickle way to tickle on my young man's tipple
She's out there doing what she like, any day, more like the night
She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole, bought, borrowed
She didn't like thugs, but at the same time she understood,
That fellas will be fellas till the end of time

And Jack had a gang that he called The Many Grams
He was known as Smack Jack, the Cracker Man
Life dealt him some shit hands,
But the boys got them back now
And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan, dependent men upon heroin
And man Lisa had a baby with Sam,
And now Jack's on his own man
So well done Jack, glug down that cider
You're right, "She's a slut" and you "never fucking liked her"
Not like what, he stopped so shocked,
Cause it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
Tough little big man, friends with your daughters
Only cause they drive him to pick up all his quarters
A brawler, lager lout brawler, crawl on the floor
Think they're free but they ain't near the border
Too young, gunned down by your hellfire corner,
Always did a favour but never took an order
Behave young scallywag, a fine young gal I had
Gladragged up but only ever getting fag hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag
Slag better understand he came for the glamour
Oh this sounds original, superficial the issue
For one dear Jack, thirty-five doppelgangers

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
And gets poured all over her fella
Cause she says "Man he ain't no better,
Than the next man kicking up a fuss"
Drunk, she stumbles down by the river
Screams, calling London
None of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Well I've just got one more story about the girl Georgina,
I've never seen a worse clean young mess
Under stress at best, but she's pleased to see you
With love, God bless, we lay her body to rest
Now it all dear started with daddy's alcoholic,
Lightweight and drinking down and numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn't get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up she's feeling the strain
She says "I'm in a rut, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
Suck it out, start start keep running through
True, but you try it ain't easy to do,
She's been buckle-belt beaten from the fight like a brat
Dunno where she's going, but she knows where she's at,
So Georgie, it's time to chain-react
But the truth is you know she'll probably fall back,
Tears stream down her face, she scream away
"When I fall, no-one catch me
I'm so lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I'll scream and shout"
But you know it won't matter she'll be passing out

I said giggidybiggedyup just another day
Another sad story this tradegy
Paramedics announced death at 10:30
Rip it up, kick it, to split up the views

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
And gets poured all over her fella
Cause she says "Man he ain't no better,
Than the next man kicking up a fuss"
Drunk, she stumbles down by the river
Screams, calling London
None of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
And gets poured all over her fella
Cause she says "Man he ain't no better,
Than the next man kicking up a fuss"
Drunk, she stumbles down by the river
Screams, calling London
None of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out