Lyrics:

Waoh Flying through the night in a beat up wagon A mike stand up my jacksy And give me a beer and I'll stand on a chair And slip into something sexy Waoh The Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger's Head, The Cafe des Artistes The Revolution and the Bag O' Nails, I'll see you down the Speak' Well your Ma said you slept real good in your food last night But you couldn't hold it down But you broke up a real good fight Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line Even he knew better than me in sixty nine Sixty nine, sixty nine Sixty nine, sixty nine On the road to Paradiso Back of your head, got to pay some dues Rugged looked down As the Thames swallowed his life at the Boathouse, Kew Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor Hallelujah, what's a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last night You couldn't hold it down But you broke up a real good fight Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line Even he knew better than me in sixty nine