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
© Richard Quarterman 2018