5 Rebbeccas - The View

I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair

The way you say that people who are working

They are aiming to be posh my dear

People flocked around you by the smokies in our school

Teachers they contained in all their anger as you regularly broken the rules

And everyone done the pill but solvent abuse it can kill

The first taste of heaven there was splattered on the screen Floating with the

schemers

And the part-time Halloweeners and the Lochee team

And everyone done the pill

But solvent abuse (can kill)

Five Rebbecca’s all of them close to me

One of them’s a cook, one of them does history

One of them’s my niece and one lives close

The one I love the most has turned into a junkie

So under-satisfied with minors at your age

Aand something so deceiving

When you find you’re self-conceiving on a holy day

So unachievable with minors at your height

And something so deceiving

When you find yourself conceiving on a Sunday night

And everyone done the pill

But solvent abuse (can kill)

Five Rebecca’s all of them close to me

One of them’s a cook, one of them does history

One of them’s my niece and one lives close

The one I love the most has turned into a junkie

Poor Miss Rebbecca, you’ll be missed my girl

If it wasn’t for the treasure you’d be rich my girl

Saved you from the terror and your so-called friends

Took a back seater but they kicked it in the end though

Your sitting really cosy in your humble black cave

Doesn’t seem likely for a girl your age

Us cupid little kids can never look back

When one of us is lying in a big brown bag

Oh-h, oh-h

Five Rebbecca’s all of them close to me (five)

One of them’s a cook, one of them does history

One of them’s my niece and one lives close

Five Rebbecca’s all of them close to me (five)

One of them’s a cook, one of them does history

One of them’s my niece and one lives close

The one I love the most has turned into a junkie

I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair

The way you say that people who are working

I can tell you: that’s a touch, my dear