A F Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,E It gets poured all over her fella, LondonD Cos’ she says, man he ain’t no betterA Than the next man kicking up fussA F Drunk she stumbles down by a riverE Screams calling London,D And none of us heard her coming,A I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
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