Песня «Cigarello»
исполнителя The Fratellis.
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• Stand up Tragedy

  The Fratellis

  

  Pardon me sugar I’m the man underneath your palm Well I won’t take your balance and I won’t chew your bubblegum White heat, indiscreet, any day now obsolete Know you’ve seen your best days I will still walk down your empty street Well you look like salvation but you taste like a refugee You say you’ve got no soul but you look like you do to me If I was the melody you were the symphony Honey loving you took the very best of me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy Well I’ve been pushing up daisies just to catch a glimpse of something real When I see you coming I might just as well give up a meal Well if you saw me broken won’t you put me out my misery Well I don’t do handsome and you don’t do sympathy If I was the melody you were the symphony Honey loving you took the very best of me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy Wrong from the get go Let it slide Tell me what they don’t know Sing them praises far and wide Give those speeches Ring them bells Mama don’t know what she preaches But she sure looks dignified Well she sure looks dignified Well she sure looks dignified If I was the melody you were the symphony Honey loving you took the very best of me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punchline in your stand up tragedy Take my only guarantee I could be your slave if you’d only beg for me I don’t need your red wine covered sympathy Just another punchline in your Stand up Sit down Lie back Turn round Play dead For me Stand up tragedy

  
• Cuntry Boys & City Girls

  The Fratellis

  

  [Intro] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [Verse 1] I said, I don't get out too much, I said She said, you said, I said two times instead I said, don't, please, please, please, no You're just not funny, you know So stick around here for a week or three or four I passed out one time by your door It was twenty to four but I just can't be sure [Chorus 1] Cinderella, Cinderella she's my very kind of fella Part right, half wrong, oh you know it won't be too long, oh yeah And, oh you know, we country boys are only after sex and noise Take me, shake me, I'm a real mess, oh yes I love the way you city girls dress Even though your head's in a mess [Verse 2] Well, it was some kind of house by some kind of road With some kind of peculiar dress code All the boys had no style, not one girl did she smile I said you're making me itch, she said don't I said I'll try my best, she said I know that you won't But it's time to go home while I was chewing her bone [Chorus 2] Baby doll, baby doll, climbing on the bedroom wall Got no real friends at all, maybe she's a mother or two But I think she's into you Take me home, take me home, call my mother on the phone Ella was her name when I left, but now she is Rose She got no fingers or toes She lost them everywhere that she goes, now [Bridge] Lost them everywhere that she goes now Lost them everywhere that she goes now Lost them everywhere that she goes now

  
• My Friend John

  The Fratellis

  

  Well the room was pink and the signs were serious Paperback dolls being slammed delirious Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath And it was Saturday night in the year of the good thief Well I tumbled up the stairs the wrong way ’round I hit my head on the ceiling when my feet hit the ground And then the big dumb blonde in the gold fish bowl Cried Ella’s in the band but she’s got no soul! My friend John was a serious one Buttoned up the back and a job half done Lazy old boy when the good girls turn His teeth get itchy and his rubber soles burn When will he ever learn? Well the night was spent and my money was young And then I had to get home before my neck was wrung And everybody danced in the same old way And if I’m feeling old and desperate I’ll be back some day My friend John was a serious one Buttoned up the back and a job half done Lazy old boy when the good girls turn His teeth get itchy and his rubber soles burn When will he ever learn?

  
• Headbanging Man

  The Fratellis

  

  Dressed in leather, dressed in chains Full of aggression, full of pains Stage is open, light comes up Metal kids go mad Count — down is on for the band Drunken women, drunken men Show their hands for fucking arse They bang their heads He’s a man, he’s a kid Wanna bang with you Headbanging man He’s man, he’s a kid Wanna bang with you Headbanging man Metal music blows your heads And metal maniacs bang to death The air roars like a machine gun Banging devils on the run The show is over, kids are gone And fucking people lay alone Drun too much, they’re falling down It’s a headbanging crown He’s a man, he’s a kid Wanna bang with you Headbanging man He’s a man, he’s a kid Wanna bang with you Headbanging with you Headbanging man

  
• The Gutterati?

  The Fratellis

  

  Well I was chasing down flies and shooting up women Trying to get the whole thing straight in my head Lookin for a girl who’d come with me swimming And come and play tunes at the end of my bed And all the hardmen were drinkin down petrol Bamming up the girls when in came the law Heading for the door and getting tongue tied When they asked me what exactly I saw Chorus: So I’ll get some Monte Christo’s And we can all go see the band Well I may not be a looker yeah But I’ll help you any way I can Back at my room I was making me nervous Watching TV and picking my feet Wishing I was pretty and burning my shoes And wishing for once I’d kept the receipt I called myself and wondered out loud Tried to get the whole thing straight in my head I left the tape running and played it back Twice but I couldn’t make sense of what I had said Chorus Bridge: Well it may not make you handsome And it may not even make you feel aliiiiiiive You may not have the ransom But you can always count on this It’s him and them and she and me And sick and muddy, everybody Alt Chorus: So you can bring y 124a our wasters banjo Bring yer sister and her friend Diane Well I may not have a big boys pistol But I’ll help them any way I can Alt Chorus 2: And you can call me Cinderella! You can make me your best man Well you may be a right old queen But I’ll help you any way I can