Fake Tales Of San Francisco

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
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 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
 
 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