‘Just like that old man in that book by Nabakov’.
Pretentious toss, thanks Sting.
‘He smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs and too many right wing meetings’.
Sixth form pureile nonsense, as is pretty much everything by Weller.
The whole of ‘Bring your daughter to the slaughter’ by Maiden.
Sadly, most of the lyrics to ‘Up the Junction’, by Squeeze.
One of my favourite bands, but this sounds like a nine year old’s poetry project. Yes, I know it’s supposed to, but it just makes me cringe.
Great song, but I just can’t bear the forced rhyming.
Sorry, everything else they’ve ever done is pretty much perfect.
As are The Beautiful South, you philistine 😀