Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not lyrics

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
It might point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom

There's a supercool band yeah
With the trilby's and the glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's that there ain't no romance around there

And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there

Oh, spending all of your money
On trendy haircuts that you think look cool
And you're probably alright
But under these lights you look beautiful
And I'm struggling
I can't see through your fake tan
Oh ya know it for a fact
That everybody's eating outta your hand

What do you know?
Oh you know nothing!
But I'll still take you home
Yeah, I'll still take you home
What do you know?

Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer

It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember

We got thrown in a riot van
And the coppers kicked him in
And there was no way he could win
Just had to take it on the chin
Smoked a bong a last night
And stole somebody's telephone
He thinks it's all alright
But they've left him on his own, on his own

But baby stop calling
Over and over yeah
And give me some funny cigarettes
And do what they told you, yeah

Last night these two bouncers
And one of em's alright
The other one's the scary one
His way or no way, totalatarian
He's got no time for you
Looking or breathing
How he don't want you to

So step out the queue
He makes examples of you
And there's nowt you can say
Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
And you realise then that it's finally the time

Get on your dancing shoes
There's one thing on your mind
Oh, been there looking for you
Sure you'll be rummagin' through

Oh and the shit, shock, horror
You've seen your future bride
Oh, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waitin'n'waitin'n...

The only reason that you came
So what ya scared for?
Oh don't you always do the same