- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lawler
- John
 
- Genres:
- Indie
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- alternative
- british
- indie rock
 
- See also:
The Fratellis - Baby Fratelli lyrics
She said oh my, I don't know why
 I was just busy watching everyone go by
 Outside the shite bar, and you're a red car
 Me and your girlfriend and your sister with the big scar
 I said oh Christ, I told you twice
 It's just not easy going through all these things thrice
 What's this I wonder, you drive a bluebird
 You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard
 And it's all right, she'll be sucking fingers all night
 Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight
 And oh she's alright, everybody says she's uptight
 Sick in the head, first in the bed
 So easy to be Friday's nightmare
 I said oh no, oh please just go
 You got no eyelids and sweet ella loves me so
 She got my number, though I can't stand her
 I can't help diggin her a hope I guess I wonder
 And oh it's clear, you want me dear
 It would be easier if I was never here
 You got the money, and I got the reason,
 I'll stick around with you for just another season
 And it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night
 Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight
 And oh she's alright, everybody says she's uptightThe Fratellis - Baby Fratelli - http://motolyrics.com/the-fratellis/baby-fratelli-lyrics.html
 Sick in the head, first in the bed
 So easy to be Friday's nightmare
 She's just getting along,
 So don't tell me she's yours
 Oh please tell me I'm wrong again
 It's all in a daze/day,
 So what can you say
 Just; sleep in yer shoes
 With the winterbox blues
 Any time you choose, Oh yeah
 She said oh my, I don't know why
 I was just busy watching everyone go by
 Outside the shite bar, and you're a red car
 Me and your girlfriend and your sister with the big scar
 She said oh Christ, I told you twice
 It's just not easy going through all these things thrice
 What's this I wonder, you drive a bluebird
 You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard
 And it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night
 Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight
 And oh she's alright, everybody says she's uptight
 Sick in the head, first in the bed
 So easy to be Friday's wonder












