Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Not Cricket, artist - Squeeze. Date of issue: 31.12.1978
Song language: English
It's Not Cricket |
| She used to do a topless down at the Surrey Docks |
| With tassels on her whatsits she did a t’riffic job |
| Of raising all the eyebrows of every lunchtime mob |
| She went with all the tossers who kick about a ball |
| They say their club’s the greatest, and she has kissed them all |
| At the Arndale Centre, she’s up against the wall |
| I can’t name names cause that’s not cricket |
| I can’t name names that would put me in it |
| But that’s another story in the finish |
| I saw them at the pictures a tangled heap of love |
| He had so many women, but only classy stuff |
| I saw him at the clinic, a pink card up his cuff |
| One holiday in Bognor a stag night hit the town |
| The groom is in the car park with his trousers down |
| But that’s another story that won’t be going round |
| The Deptford had a beano to Southend for the night |
| With 40 crates of lager, to see the Southend lights |
| The got home for their breakfast pissed out of their minds |
| This girl gave me the minces so I asked her for a dance |
| And in the death I kissed her and so I took a chance |
| And when I went to touch her, she tried to break my arm |