17 November 2001 (In memory of Kirsty)
THERE'S A GUY WORKS DOWN THE CHIP SHOP SWEARS HE'S ELVIS by Kirsty MacColl
Oh darling why you talk so fast
Another evening just flew past tonight
And now the daybreak's coming in
And I can't wait and it aint right
You told me all you've done and seen
And all the places you have been without me
Well I don't really want to know
But I'll stay quiet and then I'll go
And you won't have no cause to think about me
CHORUS:
Theres a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
Theres a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
Oh darling you're so popular
You were the best thing new in Hicksville
With your mohair suits and foreign shoes
News is you changed your pick-up for a Stockville
And now I'm lying here alone
And your out there on the phone with some star in New York
I can hear you laughing now
And can't help feeling that somehow
You don't mean anything you say at all
CHORUS (x2)
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