King George Street

	作曲 : Christopher Henry Difford & Glenn Tilbrook
	作词 : Difford, Tilbrook
	(Difford/Tilbrook)
	She left in the middle of the night with the kids
	Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps
	Heading for her mothers on another estate
	The kids looked up at the light and the rain
	In the middle of the night such adventures made
	For two little kids staying up late
	It was rainy and windy as winter was bleak
	At four in the morning on
	King George
	Street She couldn't get to sleep where on
	Earth had he gone
	The door opened wide and the light went on
	He was drunk as a lord with a tyre mark hat
	Falling in the hall on top of the cat
	Singing Viva
	Espana to a crying wife
	He took a swing at the shade on the light
	They were knocking on the doors dressed like refugees
	In the pouring rain on
	King George
	Street She won't have that behaviour in her house any more
	He's got to sober up or get kicked out of the door
	Down on the corner the kids at his feet
	As daddy comes home on
	King George
	Street They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed
	Sneezing into hankies hands all blue
	The next evening he came around to the house
	With a bunch of flowers they locked him out
	He peered through the window
	Mouthed words through the air
	Her lips to a cup she saw him out there
	The kids came running but were they happy to see
	Their daddy back home on
	King George
	Street

	zuò qǔ : Christopher Henry Difford Glenn Tilbrook
	zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook
	Difford Tilbrook
	She left in the middle of the night with the kids
	Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps
	Heading for her mothers on another estate
	The kids looked up at the light and the rain
	In the middle of the night such adventures made
	For two little kids staying up late
	It was rainy and windy as winter was bleak
	At four in the morning on
	King George
	Street She couldn' t get to sleep where on
	Earth had he gone
	The door opened wide and the light went on
	He was drunk as a lord with a tyre mark hat
	Falling in the hall on top of the cat
	Singing Viva
	Espana to a crying wife
	He took a swing at the shade on the light
	They were knocking on the doors dressed like refugees
	In the pouring rain on
	King George
	Street She won' t have that behaviour in her house any more
	He' s got to sober up or get kicked out of the door
	Down on the corner the kids at his feet
	As daddy comes home on
	King George
	Street They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed
	Sneezing into hankies hands all blue
	The next evening he came around to the house
	With a bunch of flowers they locked him out
	He peered through the window
	Mouthed words through the air
	Her lips to a cup she saw him out there
	The kids came running but were they happy to see
	Their daddy back home on
	King George
	Street