Tyla Another Night In The Life Of A Day
Drinking your fine French cognac, Smoking a long filter cigerette Playing blackjack with some jugglersC South of the river, A place called Tooting Bec I rolled the dice into Soho, scored some grass from a cat named Verge, turned out to be pedals from some unlucky punters purse. We paid a Lady Godiva on entry, took the stairs to the second floor We cut through the smoke, the smell of dope and some guy throwing up in the hall. We took a table by the window with some wooden glass in a frame I took a slug of nameless vodka, I hit the jukebox, it hit sustained. And a guy looking both ways came right up to me, he said "You sure do look familiar." I said "I'm the guy you used to be." Well she leaned across the table and she whispered in me ear There are two places in my bed tonight One for you and someone else here. Well I smiled and lit us both a cigerette and one for a passer-by and before I even noticed we'd rolled the dice in the direction of Eel Pie I told my story of the goblin and the man in a dress and the crazy women from Hampstead who caused myself and my friend Jay much distress. Well, we all laughed and so did the driver, as he took the last of our cash via the all night ship in Willesden Lane and the take away in Charing Cross. Well the passer-by happened to work for vice, and the lady she was on the game so we all ended up down the local nick with me trying hard to explain It's just another night in the life It could only happen to me It's just another night in the life of a day that you see.