MY SOLE DESIRE

Lyrics, Roger Coghill


So then she goes, “Got wheels, by any chance?”

“Of course I have”, say I. - Of course, I ain’t.

Only the Vespa now and that’s in dock,

Having a respray where I scratched the paint.

Chorus:

Don’t tell, me mate, my flaming tongue’s on fire

To sink a pint or two’s my sole desire.



“I fancy Brighton then”, she goes. Oh No!

It’s all occurrin’ at the Flamingo

And lots of space in there, at least.

There’s never room at Café des Artistes.

Don’t tell, me mate, my flaming tongue’s on fire

To sink a pint or two’s my sole desire.



I know that bird. You want to watch it, mate

She’s going out with Chinese Dave, I know,

And he’s got friends in Chinatown

And other places you don’t want to go.

Don’t tell, me mate, my flaming tongue’s on fire

To sink a pint or two’s my sole desire.



So what’s your latest romance caper, Tel?

You still with that motheaten blonde from Bow,

Or shaggin’ em in Dagenham again?

Not that I really want to know.

Don’t tell, me mate, my flaming tongue’s on fire

To sink a pint or two’s my sole desire.



You mind your language, John, you evil man

I saw you rat-arsed at the Duke last night

Knockin’ it back like there was no tomorrer

And putting your arm around that bus-faced horror.

That Dirty Sharon with the droopy knockers.

She’s not the proper standard for the Rockers.


Anyway, let’s get some lagers here,

Before this lousy club runs out of beer.

I been on the buildings, slaving all the day

And need to wash this burning thirst away.

Don’t tell, me mate, my flaming tongue’s on fire

To sink a pint or two’s my sole desire.


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