Punchdrunk Blues

Well it's Friday night in Brixton and we're gonna have a ball

You'll be mopping sweat and blood offa your brow

It started in the cloakroom it'll end up in a brawl

Oh if only my dear mother could see me now

Johnny's got a flask of bathtub whisky

And I've got a little something more

Number 53 is feeling kinda frisky

And I can't tell the ceiling from the floor

But none of this means anything to me

Will someone hit the lights so I can see

I'll be leaving somehow with a t-shirt and a bruise

And a skinful of the Punchdrunk Blues

Green was the colour of those beautiful eyes

That stared right back into mine

And red was the colour of that unstoppable hair

We should do this again sometime

I best be off, I got a meeting with a bouncer

He's gonna sweep me off my feet under the dome

Well I guess that's what you call a brief encounter

At least I won't miss the last train home

But none of this means anything to me

Will someone hit the lights so I can see

I'll be leaving somehow with a t-shirt and a bruise

And a skinful of the Punchdrunk Blues

Well someone said you should never meet your heroes

But I'm inclined to disagree

Cause I've met Joe and Billy and Jimbob and Fruitbat

Down at the Academy

But none of this means anything to me

Will someone hit the lights so I can see

I'll be leaving somehow with a t-shirt and a bruise

And a skinful of the Punchdrunk Blues