Dilly BoysMy love wrote the words to the saddest songs
The songs that say that life is too long
And the moon is always blue, just because
I wish you'd sing me those other songs again
The songs that say life's worth the worry and the pain
And the sun smiles through the rain, just because
Just because she's the sweetest girl
The sweetest girl in the world
She's my moral guide, oh she does nothing at all
Smokes all of my bone and stares at the wall
Maybe she'll pace the room, howl at the moon
But still she's the sweetest girl
And he's the sweetest girl in the world
Me I'm just a dilly boy
Fresh fly pressed Piccadilly boy
Hands on hips, pout on lips
Meat rag tag like dilly boy
She's the sweetest girl, the sweetest girl in the world
In Chinatown they all la, la, la, la
What about you?
Me I'm just a Dilly Boy
Fresh fly pressed Piccadilly boy
Hands on hips, pout on lips
Meat rag tag like dilly boy
She's the sweetest girl
No he's the sweetest girl in the world
Well she's the sweetest girl in the world.
But
Alternate lyrics:
Rhythm Factory gig 17 January 2007
[Started off with a QPR football chant:]
Oh, Kevin Gallen�s magic,
He wears a magic hat.
He plays for the Queen's Park Rangers
He's such a lovely chap.
He scores with his left foot,
He scores with his right.
And when we play at Chelsea
He scores all fucking night.
My love wrote the words to the saddest songs
All those songs that say that life's too long
And the moon is always blue, just because
Why don't you sing me some of those other songs again?
Ah, songs that say life's worth all the worry and the pain, oh
And the sun smiles through the rain, just because
'Cause she's the sweetest girl, oh
The sweetest girl in the world
And I'm just a dilly boy
I'm a fresh fly pressed Piccadilly boy
Hands on hips, pout on lips
Meat rag tag like dilly boy
She's the sweetest girl, no he's the
Sweetest girl in the world
She's my moral guide, but she does nothing at all
Smokes my cigarettes and stares at the wall
Maybe she'll pace the room, howl at the moon
But she's the sweetest girl
(What?)
The sweetest girl in the world
And I'm just a dilly boy
I'm a fresh fly pressed Piccadilly boy, oh
Hands on hips, pout on lips
Meat rag tag like dilly boy
She's the sweetest girl, no she's the
Sweetest girl in the world
In Chinatown they go: la, la, la, la...
Lyrics taken from the Official Libertines Site, special thanks to Kirsty W and Kirsty R. Alternate lyrics sent in by inkylibertine. QPR lyrics corrected by TheLivertine. Thank you so much :)
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