Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eastbourne Ladies (BBC Radio One Bob Harris Show Session), artist - Kevin Coyne. Album song Marjory Razorblade, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Eastbourne Ladies (BBC Radio One Bob Harris Show Session) |
You’re always on your own, sitting on those seaside chairs on your own, |
everybody there just passes you by Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear, no, I don’t tell no lie |
Your vested days are done now you know you’re on the run, oh lady why why? |
Your white and powdered face, you need some holy gr ace to pull yourself right |
back again |
Chorus: |
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice |
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice. |
I think you need something new but you don’t know just what to do, |
croquet on the lawn yet again |
You smile at passing boys, you can’t offer any joys, you don’t understand young |
men |
Got your money in the bank, money in the bank, now let’s be frank, |
I want more than ten thousands pounds |
I want everything you’ve got, I want the lot, give me give me give me give me all you got, oh help me, I need some, I’m so poor now |
Chorus |
So I wander round the town looking into rooms for you up and down, |
I see you everywhere |
I believe I have choice, I believe I made my choice, come here old lady ?? |
Fifty years upon the beach, you should be tanned by now, you’re out of reach, |
I hope I don’t bring you down |
Everything special about you, your pearls, your jewels and your money too, |
oh do you wear a crown when you go to bed now? |
Chorus |
So now the day is done, the sun disappears and it starts to run |
Oh the darkness creeps around |
Moonlight sings and moonlight dreams, nothing to see, you make me ?? |
As I watch you tottering round this town |
Nobody there, nobody there to care, you’re ??, who really cares |
I’ll hold you tight maybe, maybe for a year |
When the day, the day is done, all my heart it starts to run |
Overflows on your plate, you’d better eat it all, eat it, eat it, eat it Chorus |