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Fake tales of San Francisco

Echo through the room

More point to a wedding disco

Without a bride or groom

And there’s a super cool band, yeah

With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine

And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets

Practicing their lines

I don’t want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want to hear you, no, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to hear your

Fake tales of San Francisco

Echo through the air

And there’s a few bored faces at the back, all

Wishing they weren’t there

And as the microphone squeaks

A young girl’s telephone beeps

Yeah, she’s dashing for the exit

Oh, she’s running to the streets outside

«Oh, you’ve saved me» she screams down the line

«The band were fucking wank and I’m not having a nice time»

I don’t want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out

I don’t want to hear you, no, kick me out, kick me out

Yeah, but his bird said it’s amazing though so all that’s left

Is the proof that love’s not only blind, but deaf

He talks of San Francisco, he’s from Hunter’s Bar

I don’t quite know the distance, but I’m sure that’s far

Yeah, I’m sure it’s pretty far

And yeah, I’d love to tell you all my problem

You’re not from New York City, you’re from Rotherham

So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, yeah

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