Lyrics: B-side

Where Are The Girls? (Bill McKeown, Keiran Moses)

Tired of all your jokes about my back against the wall, Sick of being reminded of the mirror in the hall. I know my history is clear and written on my face but now I want the sirens, reputation and disgrace.

Chorus: (Call me back , someone call me back)
Where are the girls who love me? What do you find so funny? Someone call me back.
(Call me back , someone call me back)
Where are the girls who love me? Why do you find it funny? Someone call me back.
Someone… Someone… Someone… Someone… Someone won’t you call me back?

Who am I to ask for your love and short memory? It must be clear to you that woman’s love is all I need. Kiss me and my conscience is cleaned of its selfishness. I used to lie by your side in sadness and distress.

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I want to go back into time and meet you all again. Riding on the wave at night but, this time, not a game. I know that I was wrong to leave and do what I have done. But, if I’d stayed, I realised I never would have known.

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Spare Rib (Bill McKeown, Keiran Moses)

Why can’t you see my reasons and spend more time with me? It shows that you’re a teaser when you get off with me.

Chorus: You always ask me to walk you home and invite me in so that I’ll keep warm and then… “Do you want a coffee now?” I thought you wanted more somehow. “Wish you’d hurry and decide”. Okay then, I’ll come inside. “You’re only getting coffee though”. Do you want me to go home? “Yes and take your one-tracked mind”. Ooh, I’ve left my cigs behind.

Why don’t you be more honest or give it a rest? You say your passion is torrid and that you’re the best.

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One day – it might be Tuesday – I will find out. You know I won’t abuse ya and then you’ll have no doubt.

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You always tell me to start for home that you’ll be in touch on the telephone with me.

Fact Or Fiction? (Bill McKeown, Keiran Moses)

Loving to be here, drinking too much beer, telling you much too much. On the horizon, the sun must be rising but I’m too tired to watch. The light rests on your face, my heart can’t stand the pace. If only I knew how close to the truth my hopes and my fears must be.

Chorus: Oh oh oh oh oh Fact or fiction? Oh oh oh oh oh Contradiction? Oh oh oh oh oh Do you want me? Oh oh oh oh oh Or want to con me? Oh oh oh oh oh Fact or fiction? Oh oh oh oh oh Contradiction? Oh oh oh oh oh Do you want me? Oh oh oh oh oh Or want to con me? The fact is I’m here, the fiction is clear that sleeping with you is wrong.

Fancy another, forget your mother you’re not under her roof here. Do you want a smoke? No it’s not a joke, I’ll be around next year. Does it matter if I’m not? I like what we’ve got. It’s like a dream, it’s healthy and clean, it’s all that I want and more.

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Guitar break

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Doctor In The House (Keiran Moses)

Tell me what to say, you think I say the wrong things. I am getting bored of not knowing what you think. I embarrass you but, you know, I never mean to. It’s just the way I am. I’m going to have it seen to.

Chorus: Is there a doctor in the house? I’m having trouble with my mouth. Please help me sort it out, I can’t stand the doubt. Is there a doctor in the house?

You know what I want, why do you make me say it? As long as it works out, I’m sure I can take it. I’m not that good with words but does it mean that much? As long as it works out, does that mean I’m out of touch?

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Sax solo

M8: You know how it is. You know how it is. I aim but always miss, I aim but always miss. So why give me the quiz? Why give me the quiz? Why can’t you just say yes? Why can’t you just say yes? Why can’t you just say yes? Why can’t you just say yes?

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A doctor in the house?

Hold Me Up (Bill McKeown, Keiran Moses)

Who’s on orange juice? It has to be one of you! I was driving all last week. But now I want to drink until I leak. Happy Birthday to me. You’ll get me pissed if I have these three. I’ve had enough and so’s the floor. I can’t get to the door.

Chorus: You’ll all have to hold me up. You shouldn’t slip vodka in my beer. You might have to carry me cos I’m so pissed that I can’t walk and I can’t see.

Am I nearly home? Why’s the taxi driver holding his nose? Come to think of it so are you. What’s happened here? This shirt was new. That’s the last time, from now on I drive. Yes, I know I’ve said it before but that was when I could’ve taken much more.

Chorus: You’ll all have to hold me up. You shouldn’t slip vodka in my beer. You might have to carry me. Cos I’m so pissed that I can’t see.

Guitar solo

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Chorus (over guitar):

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Matter Of Taste (Bill McKeown, Stuart Matthewman, Keiran Moses)

I wait for the postman every morning but he walks past my house without ever calling. You said you’d write, said you’d drop me a line, If your letter don’t get here I’ll go out of my mind.

Chorus: Don’t think you’ve won, you won’t break me that easy. So trying would just be a waste. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to tease me. It’s just a matter of taste. You’re making me feel so good again, just when I thought it was the end. You’re making me feel so good again my love.

I don’t know why I want you to want me. But I’ll never know cos it looks like you’ve gone dear. I must be stupid, must be out of me head, cos I wanna wake up with you in bed.

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Guitar break / Sax solo

I wait for the postman every morning but he walks past my house without ever calling. You said you’d write, said you’d drop me a line, If your letter don’t get here I’ll go out of my mind.

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So This Is England (Keiran Moses)

I’m gonna put everything I’ve had before out of my head and have a fag! You know, it’s quarter past ten and we’ll have to run to be there for last orders or we’ll miss our pint of E. That’s how the story goes. That’s how the story goes.

Digging the garden and looking proud of it; painting the house and the Sunday row; hanging out washing and the BBC showing tennis and snooker, cooking and sewing. That’s how the story goes. That’s how the story goes.

Chorus: So this is England! This is what I’ve been missing. So this is England! This is what I’ve been missing. That’s how the story goes. That’s how the story goes.

Tea in the garden and watching it rain on us; talking of cars and the chauffeur (James, My God). Seeing the Queen, “doesn’t she look nice in pink!” Washing off coal dust and the pay increase it seems. That’s how the story goes. That’s how the story goes.

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M8: But don’t annoy us or you’ll see what we’re made of. Look at all we’ve done. Don’t shoot the man with the starting gun, cos he won the war and he’ll say he won the war and he’ll say

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That’s how the story goes that’s...