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Too Much Brandy (Album Version) - The Streets
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder
but where were you that cold December
cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders
Central Station,
charged up like Scarface Amsterdam
ain't a nice place off your face,
we enter the race

Walk down, been there before,
done that, no joy, if you're bored,
let's go see Roy, get
fucked up with the boys

Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit,
oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms just
kicked in, think I might be finished

The ball game heads for the worse,
for what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of
the earth, brain's kind of surfing now

We wander down darkened pathways in a daze,
"Want to buy any cocaine?", am I paranoid? "Yes,
you're paranoid"
Charlie, darling, please save me,
this is raving, take me home to my baby, two bags of
mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle
In its own little way,
my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy

In its own little way,
my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy

Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble
So the Marlons'll have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles
The same speed you drink singles

Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
and I'm having all that's in the
bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four,
your head's a bit mangled
Club's full, you mingle

You dance the fandango
You sing all your favourite jingles
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon
One has a monocle and cigar
Dickie-bow and long johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman
Fat cans of that lager
then it's straight to the dance-floor

For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour
Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique
Gget to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets
In its own little way,
my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy

In its own little way,
my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy

We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube
Every time the train clunks I feel like puking
Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring,

Then it all goes hazy,
these are the days we're walking up out and back to the road,
talking
Well shouting actually,
loads more drunk,
by Jove, mind's focused,
balance fucked up

Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar
and if it's his round I'm quite partial to another
Marlon at the bar
Bad idea to start again late,
should've given my brain a break
Take it easy mate,
you start to think you're a state,
you definitely are a state
In its own little way,
my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy

In its own little way,
my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy