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The Swede Of London
(Original song: The Streets Of London by Ralph McTell)
They say that I’m an old man
Grey hair and orange suntan
Standing on the touchline in my Gucci shoes
Yes my eyes are petrified
I’m lumbered with a sly Eyetie
She’s out to snare her Sven with a cunning plan
So how can you tell me I’m lonely
When Nancy’s with me all the time
She will take me by the hand and hang on to her Swede in London
She’s up to something with marriage on her mind
Have you seen my old girl
Who trails me all through London
Checking for affairs in the glossy mags
She’s no time for talking
She keeps right on stalking
Carrying a camera in her Pravda bag
So how can you tell me I’m lonely
When Nancy’s with me all the time
She will take me by the hand and hang on to her Swede in London
She’s up to something with marriage on her mind
In a late night bistro
When I did it with Faria
Same old girl is sitting there with a doll
Putting sharp pins into the groin of her Svenie
Each stab lasts for ever
Then she does it all again
So how can you tell me I’m lonely
When Nancy’s with me all the time
She will take me by the hand and hang on to her Swede in London
She’s up to something with marriage on her mind
And have you seen my old girl
Inside the mirrored bathroom
Crows feet fading fast with the pan-stick that she wears
Her make-up is a killer, it’s just like Polyfiller
Looking more like Cilla
And I’m just a little scared
So how can you tell me I’m lonely
When Nancy’s with me all the time
She will take me by the hand and hang on to her Swede in London
She’s up to something with marriage on her mind
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