Too Much Brandy - The Streets

Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder

But where were you that cold December?

'Cause we were in the Grasshopper, spending Guilders

Centraal Station, charged up like Scarface

Amsterdam ain’t a nice place off your face, we enter the race

Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if you’re bored

Let’s go see Roy and get fucked up with the boys

Calvin, Schmalvin, I’m well within my limit

Oh, hang on a minute, these mushrooms just kicked in

Think I might be finished

The ball game heads for the worst

For what it’s worth, I might just fall off the edge of the earth

Brain’s kind of surfing now

We wandered down darkened pathways in a daze (Woy!)

«Do you want to buy any cocaine, boy?»

Am I paranoid?

«Yes, you’re paranoid!»

Charlie, darling, please save me

This is raving, take me home to my baby

Two bags of mushrooms, room’s mushed up and I need a cradle

In its own little way, my body was trying to say

That you’d better stop drinking brandy

In its own little way, my body was trying to say

That you’d better stop drinking brandy

Now getting to the bar’s gonna be trouble

So the Marlons’ll have to be doubles

Then you drink doubles the same speed you drink singles

Ahh, beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass

And I’m having all that’s in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle

Then by 3:00 or 4:00, your head’s a bit mangled

Club’s full, you mingle, you dance the fandango

You sing all your favourite jingles

Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon

One has a monocle and cigar, dickie-bow and long johns

My utility belt tells me it’s to the bar, Batman

Fat cans of that lager then it’s straight to the dancefloor

For much more fancy footwork, it’s adored by many, amour

Don’t bore me with your little sidestep technique

Get to the beat, loosen up, it’s The Streets

In its own little way, my body was trying to say

That you’d better stop drinking brandy

In its own little way, my body was trying to say

That you’d better stop drinking brandy

We eat junk food, sat drunk on the Tube

Every time the train clunks, I feel like puking

Wonder whether that beautiful bird’ll ring?

Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we walking up out, in

Back to the road, talking, well, shouting actually

Loads more drunk, by Jove, my mind’s focused, balance fucked up

Rah, rah, rah, it’s all back to the Dogstar

And if it’s his round, I’m quite partial to another Marlon at the bar

Bad idea to start again late, should’ve given my brain a break

Take it easy, mate, you start to think you’re a state

You definitely are a state

In its own little way, my body was trying to say

That you’d better stop drinking brandy

In its own little way, my body was trying to say

That you’d better stop drinking brandy