The Great Pub Rock Revival Lyrics

There's an auction going down at Christie's and they're selling his headband
They say it's gonna cost a bomb, don't know why, the guy's still alive
And there's a beermat from the Hope & Anchor in Islington
There's a corner chewed off, they say he ate it in '75

And there's a headband over the ocean
A beermat over the sea
Everybody believes what they're told to
Everybody believes what they read in the NME

And just around the corner a Stiff convention's in progress
They're wheeling Wreckless Eric out and Nick Lowe promised to show
And there's a bunch of hairy guys in "Free Lew Lewis" sweatshirts
The rest are looking at their watches ooh they're ready to go

And there's some "sex & drugs" on the ocean A "whole wide world" on the sea
Everybody believes what they're told to
Everybody believes what they read in the NME
Everybody but me
Everybody but me
Everybody but me

Synthesizer solo!

I wanna castigate the media for this Pub Rock Revival
We've got a Roogalator/Ducks Deluxe out treading the boards
And there's a South Bank special pencilled in for autumn
And there's a rumour going 'round that The Rumour are about to reform

And there's Pub Rock over the ocean
Pub Rock over the sea
Everybody believes what they're told to
Everybody believes what they read in the NME
Everybody 'cept for me
Everybody 'cept for me
Everybody but me

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