Belle & Sebastian - The boy with the arab strap

^FA mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food takes a long time to ^Fpass you by ^FDay upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in ^Fthis old town ^FHovering silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style I don't like this place, ^FWe better go ^FThen I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure as the ^Fcold driven snow

^FWhat did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind? There was noises, distractions from ^Fanything good and the old prison food ^FColour my life with the chaos of trouble ^FCause anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid

With the boy with the arab ^Gstrap With the boy from the arab ^Fstrap

It's ^Fsomething to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled Do you ever feel you have ^Fgone too far? ^FEveryone suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton The ^FAsian man With his love/hate affair with his racist ^Gclientele A ^Fcentral location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and ^Flascivious boasts We ^Fall know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from ^Fnoon until noon again You're the boy with the filthy ^Glaugh You're the boy with the arab ^Fstrap

^FStrapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the ^Fcigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm ^FWhat do you make of the cool set in London? You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ^Ften biggest wanks She's a waitress and she's got ^Gstyle Sunday bathtime could take a while ^F