Artic Mockeys Fake Tales of san Francisco Lyrics:
Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or
groom

There´s a super cool band yeah With their
trilbys and their glasses of white wine And all
the weekend rock stars 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 no (Kick me
out, kick me out)

Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the air
And there´s a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren´t there

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And as the microphone squeaks A young
girl´s telephone beeps Yeah she´s
dashing for the exit she´s running to the
streets outside "Oh you´ve saved
me," she screams down the line "The band
weren´t very good And I´m not having a
nice time"

Yeah but his bird thinks it´s amazing,
though So all that´s left Is the proof that
love´s not only blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco, he´s from
Hunter´s Bar I don´t quite know the
distance But I´m sure that´s far
I´m sure that´s pretty far

I´d love to tell you all my problem
You´re not from New York City, you´re
from Rotherham So get off the bandwagon, and put
down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Lyrics: Fake Tales of san Francisco, Artic Mockeys [end]