Friday Night in Loughborough - The Wave Pictures

You walked all the way from the Griffen to the Moon & Bell

Threw up outside the Curzon & that’s where you fell

And that’s how you ripped your tights

But you made it back on your feet all right

With the girl from Baker’s Oven holding back your hair

The girl from Baker’s Oven holding back your hair

The Garton had a 3 for 1 on beer and I was gone

I picked a fight I couldn’t finish with a Marine from the village

He won

And sometime later, on his birthday

He made the pages of the Leicester Mercury

«Get it out for the lads

Get it up for the British

Get it off for the town

Let it down for the village»

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Well, we ended up in Echoes, making lips at the floor

We’d run out of conversation 2 Friday nights before

The room was spinning, I wasn’t dancing

The beat was much too old for dancing

My feet followed my neck and found the door

Oh, I wish I didn’t have to hang out here anymore

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Well, you got a lift back home to Walton on the Wolds

With a head like the Waltzers, bruises and ashtray clothes

And in the evening when you wake up

You will slap make up on the make up

That you slapped on the skin the night before

That you slapped on the skin the night before

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