Tekst:
The View Hats Off To The Buskers

jeans on for four days now I?m gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town Everybody?s dressing up, I?m dressing down I take my hat off to the busker

Words are cheap and I love you's are free So unless you mean it, you don't spend them on me Don't look twice if you're keeping score 'Cause heartaches

Mile long queue in the chippy I wish I was at my Gran's for tea These people call me their friend But they don't think the same as me Now you fed up

the street lights) Oh what a pretty sight (Oh what a pretty sight) Look at the street lights (Look at the street lights) Oh what a pretty sight Fuck off

we treasure beer cans Where'd you get those fans? Found them at the shop, man Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans You think

They told me if I write this song for them That they would cut my hair for free But that's not me, no liberties And they're into all the coolest bands

to go and steal something That's not something that he really wants to do But you see that his mother chucked him out She signed him off the brew I

I'm comin' down, comin' down, It took so long for me to come around, They tell you, it smashes brain, Drain you of all the blood you've left in your

You have a face for the radio, But I know you?d like to see it in a show, Claiming to be the next best everything, Which way will you go? You?re a little