Story Behind the Song
A funny song about a funny old friend of mine.
Lyrics
Sitting on your doorstep,
waiting for your annual book.
When you're dreaming of your luck,
as a beautiful girl comes walking over to you,
and you hold your stomach in,
whilst she asks you for the time,
but your still dreaming,
I wish that girl was mine...
Waiting a whole hour,
in the bar that's hard to find,
a girl that could be mine.
Buy one drink,
one that turns right into ten.
As you hole your stomach in,
whilst she asks you for the time,
whilst your still dreamin,
I wish that girl was mine...
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