Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sheila, artist - Jamie T.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Sheila |
Shiela goes out with her mate stella, |
its gets poured all over her fella |
cos she says he aint no better than |
than the next man kicking up fuss |
drunk she stumbles down by the river |
screams calling london, (london) |
none of us heard her coming, |
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out |
poetry insert: |
[Oh when my love, my darling, |
You left me here alone |
I’ll walk the streets of London |
Which once seemed all our own. |
The vast suburban churches |
Together we have found: |
The ones which smelt of gaslight |
The ones in incense drown |
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo |
Any time she sing a song the other girls sing along |
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single |
Fickle way to tickle on my young man |
She up for doing what she likes |
Any day more like the night |
She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole bought borrowed |
She didnt like fags but at the same time understood |
Fellas will be fellas til the end of time |
(good heavens you boys, blue blooded murder of the english tongue) |
Blut! |
(Jeej explains it wisely in the comments) |
Jack had a gang that he called the many grams, |
he was known as smack jack the cracker man |
in life he was dealt some shit hands |
but the boys got the back now |
And jay went the same way as mickey and dan |
A pen to mans upon the arrow wans |
And man lisa had a baby with sam, |
and now jack on his own man, |
Well done Jack glug down that cider |
You’re right shes a slut and you never f**king liked her |
Not like what he stopped so shocked |
Coz it turns out the last laugh dance killed the pied piper |
Tough little big man friends with your daughters |
Only coz they drive him to pick up on his quarters |
brawler, lager lout rawlers |
Fall to the floor think they |
but they aint near the border |
Too young gunned now by your hell fire corner |
Always did a favour, but never took an order |
Behave young scallywag a fine young Galahad |
Glad-ragged up but only ever getting fag hags |
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags |
Slag better understand he came for the glamour |
But this sounds original superficial the issue |
For one dear Jack there 35 dopplegangers |
Sheila Goes out with her mate stella, |
its gets poured all over her fella, |
cos shes says he aint no better than |
than the next man kicking up fuss |
drunk she stumbles down by the river |
screams calling london, |
none of us heard her coming, |
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out |
(its over, man its over) (get out, GET OUT) |
So this a short story bout the girl georgina |
Never seen a worse clean young mess |
Under stress at best ah but she pleased to see ya With love God bless we lay her body to rest |
Now it all dear started with Daddy |
A lightweight chinking down numbing his brain |
And the doctor said he couldn |
Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain |
She says in a rut what the f**k i sposed to do Suck it out, start, stop, keep running through |
True, but you try it aint easy to do She been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat |
Don’t know where she going but she knows where shes at So Georgie, it’s time to chain react |
But the truth is you know she’ll probably fall back |
Tears streamed down her face she screamed away: |
when i fall no one catch me alone, lonely I |
I’ll scream and shout |
But you know it wont matter she’ll be passing out |
I said gibbitybiggityupah just another day |
Another sad story this tragedy |
paramedic announced death at 10.30 |
Rip it up, kick it, spit up the views |
Sheila Goes out with her mate stella, |
its gets poured all over her fella, |
cos shes says man he aint no better |
than the next man kicking up fuss |
drunk she stumbles down by the river |
screams calling london, |
none of us heard her coming, |
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out |
Sheila Goes out with her mate stella, |
it gets poured all over her fella, |
cos she says man he aint no better |
than the next man kicking up fuss |
drunk she stumbles down by the river |
screams calling london, (london) |
none of us heard her coming, |
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out |