Southern Mark Smith Big Return by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics
Thousands of people out there just have to be okay
Yeah, thousands of people, and I'm sure you're all fantastic
Oh, we can sit in a bar and get drunk and act like a big mouth
Oh, but don't you know they only make pop records out of plastic?
Right now, I've got to get along
Get along, get along, get along, get along, get along, get along
Oh, get along, just like a southern Mark Smith
Just like a southern Mark Smith
Thousands of people are queueing for a shuttle into space
And there's a stupid mental picture of a happy nuclear family in a rocket
Oh look, in California everyone's got a swimming pool in their backyard
Well, me and Max and Davy Jones, we think you ought to get out there and stop it
Hey, but you know what they tell you on the BBC
You know what they tell you and it's plain to see
You've got to put on your lucky white socks
And get on out there if you wanna try it out for yourself
Yeah, you've got to get on out at one o'clock
And come and try it out for yourself
Yeah, you've got to walk and talk and think and be a girl
Just like a southern Mark Smith
Just like a southern Mark Smith
Shout it out now
Thousands of people would die for a chance to be alone
And there are millions more who'd kill if they thought they'd make a friend
Oh, it's nonsense, I know, but I have to find out where they could be livin'
You never know, they could be livin' in sin, they could be carryin' shame
Gotta find someone who's going to carry the blame
Find out what makes your heart sing
Because I found out already what makes my heart sing
If I find out nothing else, I'm gonna find out what makes your heart sing
'Coz I heard it was like a southern Mark Smith
Like a southern Mark Smith
Like a southern Mark Smith
S'nothing but a southern Mark Smith
Yeah, thousands of people, and I'm sure you're all fantastic
Oh, we can sit in a bar and get drunk and act like a big mouth
Oh, but don't you know they only make pop records out of plastic?
Right now, I've got to get along
Get along, get along, get along, get along, get along, get along
Oh, get along, just like a southern Mark Smith
Just like a southern Mark Smith
Thousands of people are queueing for a shuttle into space
And there's a stupid mental picture of a happy nuclear family in a rocket
Oh look, in California everyone's got a swimming pool in their backyard
Well, me and Max and Davy Jones, we think you ought to get out there and stop it
Hey, but you know what they tell you on the BBC
You know what they tell you and it's plain to see
You've got to put on your lucky white socks
And get on out there if you wanna try it out for yourself
Yeah, you've got to get on out at one o'clock
And come and try it out for yourself
Yeah, you've got to walk and talk and think and be a girl
Just like a southern Mark Smith
Just like a southern Mark Smith
Shout it out now
Thousands of people would die for a chance to be alone
And there are millions more who'd kill if they thought they'd make a friend
Oh, it's nonsense, I know, but I have to find out where they could be livin'
You never know, they could be livin' in sin, they could be carryin' shame
Gotta find someone who's going to carry the blame
Find out what makes your heart sing
Because I found out already what makes my heart sing
If I find out nothing else, I'm gonna find out what makes your heart sing
'Coz I heard it was like a southern Mark Smith
Like a southern Mark Smith
Like a southern Mark Smith
S'nothing but a southern Mark Smith