You had layers like a pint of “Stella, please”
At the Beaconsfield
Tonight is going to end behind bars –
I’ve got the attitude if you bring the jars
You had layers like a pint of “Jameson, geez”
You’re buying a bottle from Akdeniz
Let’s end tonight upside down
Caramel dreams white hot no sleep
You had layers like a pint of water
Drinks in faces, cup and saucer
Tonight “I’m gonna put you in the ground”
Guess that’s finished Fox and Hound (but we can’t go to Spoons either because your mum got us barred)
You had layers like a pint of red sauce
Meet me at the seaside golf course
Red knuckles, red car, red knickers
The arcade sings to us, our eyes glitter in the neon
The world is ours, nothing has ever been sweeter
You had layers like a pint of pickled onions, marbles, orange juice, thin air
Blood, gravy, green beans, paint stripper gin
Pour it out or drink it down
It was only ever a pint of
And a pint of and a pint of and a pint of and a pint of