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Billy Bragg – The Cloth lyrics
Did you believe those things
We read in the papers?
And never mind that, can you meet me
Down at the Time Warp tonight?
Oh you look divine,
That suit would get you into anywhere.
Tonight I'll be, as you can see,
The idol of an island far, far away
A man of straw in cloth of gold,
Look into his eyes at the days of old,
And bow to the cloth,
And bow to the cloth.
Can you believe those things
We've seen in the papers?
And never mind that, can you get
to the bar before the next egg starts?
The word goes round the eyes of a wife,
And magazines with shiny pages,
And my hay-head where will it stop?
And the boys in the shop continue to bop
A man of straw in cloth of gold,
Look into his eyes to the days of old,
And bow to the cloth,
Bow to the cloth.
Heading down, getting further down,
And we've hit an iceberg,
But I don't care what the people think,
I will drink and drink till the damn ship sinks
A man of straw in cloth of gold,
Look into his eyes to the days of old,
A drowning man in a metal coat,
The prince has fallen into the moat,
To the cloth, to the cloth.
We read in the papers?
And never mind that, can you meet me
Down at the Time Warp tonight?
Oh you look divine,
That suit would get you into anywhere.
Tonight I'll be, as you can see,
The idol of an island far, far away
A man of straw in cloth of gold,
Look into his eyes at the days of old,
And bow to the cloth,
And bow to the cloth.
Can you believe those things
We've seen in the papers?
And never mind that, can you get
to the bar before the next egg starts?
The word goes round the eyes of a wife,
And magazines with shiny pages,
And my hay-head where will it stop?
And the boys in the shop continue to bop
A man of straw in cloth of gold,
Look into his eyes to the days of old,
And bow to the cloth,
Bow to the cloth.
Heading down, getting further down,
And we've hit an iceberg,
But I don't care what the people think,
I will drink and drink till the damn ship sinks
A man of straw in cloth of gold,
Look into his eyes to the days of old,
A drowning man in a metal coat,
The prince has fallen into the moat,
To the cloth, to the cloth.
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