"Fake Tales Of San Francisco"

"Fake Tales Of San Francisco"

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 trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear U
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear U no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear U no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear U
I don't want to hear U

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

And as the microphone squeaks
A Ung girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
Oh, she's running to the streets outside
"Oh U've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band were fucking wank
And I'm not having a nice time"

I don't want to hear U
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear U no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
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
Yeah, I'm sure that's pretty far

Yeah, I'd love to tell U all my problem
U're not from New York City, U're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

[x4]
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook