Piccadilly – Squeeze

“Piccadilly” from Squeeze’s “East Side Story” album. One of my absolute favourite bands, I can not stop listening to them at the moment. I did this as a live broadcast from my Facebook wall, hence the rubbish video quality.. Hope despite this that you still enjoy the music on the wonderful Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford! Lyrics: She’s not a picture above somebody’s fire She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer, She waits to get even with me. She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper Explains that she’ll be late to a worrying mother, She meets me in piccadilly. A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance His song relays worlds of most good intentions, A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection. She talks about office she talks about dresses She’s seen one she fancies her smile is impressing, So maybe I’ll treat her someday. We queue among strangers and strange conversation Love’s on the lips of all forms of engagements, All queuing to see tonight’s play. A man behind me talks to his young lady He’s happy that she is expecting his baby, His wife won’t be pleased but she’s not been round lately. The play was so dreadful we left in a hurry We escaped in the rain for an indian curry, At the candle lit taj mahal. My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me, My mind took a devious role. The cab took us home through a night I’d not noticed The neon club lights of adult films and trini lopez, My arm around love but my …

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