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Thrupenny Years Lyrics - Singles - Trash Can Sinatras

That reminds me of the time I felt 

It's time for sin and catholic guilt 

Two years later to the day 

I had reason to confess 

With her hair a shining shade 

Of bus-conductress blonde 

Tales of music and movement 

Were told in grip and groan 

But to put these thoughts 

In songs like theirs 

Of the honest truth 

There'd be no trace 

Just lying out loud 

 

Meanwhile back here in wonderland 

A sorry sight with flowers in hand 

Pours his heart out till his thirst 

For college girls is satisfied 

Standing there with ego 

Proudly on tip-toe 

All the time I'm thinking 

Well, well, here we go 

Another perfect song of grief 

Brings the house down to its knees 

By dying out loud 

 

One more awful dancer 

Steptoe's son a song and dance of love 

When I think of soap operas 

And what makes them so popular 

The answer's posing in front of my eyes 

 

Here comes our hero in hand-me-downs 

Strutting to the strain of 

'Send in the Clowns' 

Troops his true colours 

When no-one's around 

And his desk-top tales 

Are the best around but 

Putting pain to paper reads 

Like a lunge at fame and greed 

Just crying out loud