Fire Engine

Intro Verse Ripples round the bar they don't know what to think For prince of the pen has himself a new favourite drink To blow on bruised skin takes away the sting I've half a mind to take him for a fling The most uncouth of colours that you have ever seen ) 30mls of vodka lemonade and grenadine The smoke makes me sick and i don't know where to look There's a church mouse in the corner with her nose stuck in a book And she says the flavour's flambouyant Each sip sweetly poignant with a wave of the hand and a flick of the fringe It baffles the quibblers, nit-pickers, nut-nibblers shape 2 frets up) An unusual weapon to choose for a binge x4 (with variations) Would these words sound the same on high street in broad daylight But nothing escapes the ears of a playwright He listens intently from the backseat of a Bentley shape 2 frets up) Let this feeling of change take hold of me gently Now there's fog on the Isis and the poets all gush This scene is straight from the stroke of an impressionist's brush And now his glass is sat there next to mine 30mls of vodka lemonade and grenadine