Lyrics:

(ron wood, rod stewart) Too bad we were thrown downstairs; We never got a chance to sing. We were quite polite with one invite To keep us off the streeet. We mingled for a minute or two With the high class clientele. Then somebody said 'who invited them, That crowd of refugees. get out!' What an insult, to be shown the door Before we could shake a leg. I was most intrigued by the colored queen Leaning on the kitchen door. Then i was ushered with my friends By the butler who was twelve feet tall. Well let me please explain 'cause we're not to blame We just don't have the right accent. no, no All we wanted to do was to socialize Oh, you know its a shame i was always getting the blame All we wanted to do was to socialize Oh, you know its a shame how we always get the blame Sweaty girls and damp motels Is where i'm gonna stay. 'cause now i see what it's all about, I didn't at the old school tie. Don't worry, we had no fun waiting For the all night bus home. Too bad my regional tongue Gave us away again.