(Verse 1)

First an arrow then a glance

She narrowed her eyes on his arrogance

He shot something new out of both barrels

She said your gun ain't no fun, hun

I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo

Channelling thundering memories of you

These old resentments, azaleas on my deathbed

(Verse 2)

Essentially it comes down again to the limitless mysteries of other men

And my desire for a harder skin or an easy love of an americain

I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo

Channelling thundering memories of you

These old resements, will be the death of me

(Chorus)

And they will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral

They will sing songs for the national blackout

They will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral

They will sing songs for the national blackout

(Verse 3)

Y'know when I picture him, I picture him surrounded

Y’know when I picture you, I picture a whirlwind in blue

I've been sleeping on the Bakerloo

Channelling thundering memories of you

These old resentments, will be the death of me

(Chorus)

And they will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral

They will sing songs for the national blackout

They will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral

They will sing for the national blackout

(Bridge)

And it sounds strange coming from the oldest flame but even so

I'm no righteous type don't get me wrong

But how do you get off if you never got on

Never got on

Never got on

We never got on

(Chrous)

And they will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral

They will sing songs for the national blackout

They will dance the Gay Gordons at my funeral

Hear them sing for the national blackout

Blackout