Louis Dunford - The Local (Lyric Video)
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Louis Dunford - The Local
Louis Dunford - The Local (Lyric Video)
Listen to ‘The Local’ here: https://louisdunford.lnk.to/TheLocalAY
Tour dates: https://www.louis-dunford.com/events/
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Lyrics:
Thank fuck it’s Friday
We’re not going home
Till we’re singing My Way or Come On Eileen
To our family down the phone
Long live the local
Wherever you roam
Times are hard for the hopeful
So long live the local
As the reek of desperation lay thick upon the air
I watch a funeral congregation drown their sorrow and despair
The landlord pulls me another pint as the band murders Sweet Caroline
Again
I see a sea of generations and characters collide
Please leave the segregation and the class divide outside
For within these walls the people both rich and poor are equal
My dear friends
Illuminated by the fruit machine beneath an England flag
I watch Dodgy Dave sell stolen steak out of a Tesco bag
To the cabbies who abuse ya if you dare order and Uber
For a ching
And the poor barmaids only seventeen, she’s paid minimum wage
For pulling pints and serving therapy to loners twice her age
While the battered all the timers
And the shattered nine to fivers
Form a choir and sing
Thank fuck it’s Friday
We’re not going home
Till we’re singing My Way or Come On Eileen
To our family down the phone
Long live the local
Wherever you roam
Times are hard for the hopeful
So long live the local
Outside the Vicar drinks with builders, ex hooligans and ravers
I see the old girls from bingo smoking with the undertakers
While a hen do on the breezers and the “Get the badge in” geezers
Share a blunt
There’s shattered glass beneath a sign that reads ‘Please respect the neighbours’
When a rollock in a Rolex on the racket has a straightener
He think’s he’s Tyson Fury but he’s knocked out prematurely
What a cunt
This is a home away from a home for some
Leave your troubles at the door
Where the roughest of the scum become
The richest of the poor
Thank fuck it’s Friday
We’re not going home
Till we’re singing My Way or Come On Eileen
To our family down the phone
Long live the local
Wherever you roam
Times are hard for the hopeful
So long live the local
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la long live the local
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la long live the local
From every wake to every wedding
Every Happy Birthday sung
Every lock in with the landlord when
When the last order bells rung
My first bump at the urinal
My first heart breaking league final spent in tears
From the cradle to the grave
From your first drink to your last
I’ve watched love and life and loss
Dreamt of the future, mourned the past
From my sad days to my bad days to my best I’ve ever had days
I was here
#LouisDunford #TheLocal
Listen to ‘The Local’ here: https://louisdunford.lnk.to/TheLocalAY
Tour dates: https://www.louis-dunford.com/events/
Follow Louis:
Instagram: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY...
Twitter: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY...
YouTube: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY...
TikTok: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY...
Facebook: https://LouisDunford.lnk.to/socialsAY...
Lyrics:
Thank fuck it’s Friday
We’re not going home
Till we’re singing My Way or Come On Eileen
To our family down the phone
Long live the local
Wherever you roam
Times are hard for the hopeful
So long live the local
As the reek of desperation lay thick upon the air
I watch a funeral congregation drown their sorrow and despair
The landlord pulls me another pint as the band murders Sweet Caroline
Again
I see a sea of generations and characters collide
Please leave the segregation and the class divide outside
For within these walls the people both rich and poor are equal
My dear friends
Illuminated by the fruit machine beneath an England flag
I watch Dodgy Dave sell stolen steak out of a Tesco bag
To the cabbies who abuse ya if you dare order and Uber
For a ching
And the poor barmaids only seventeen, she’s paid minimum wage
For pulling pints and serving therapy to loners twice her age
While the battered all the timers
And the shattered nine to fivers
Form a choir and sing
Thank fuck it’s Friday
We’re not going home
Till we’re singing My Way or Come On Eileen
To our family down the phone
Long live the local
Wherever you roam
Times are hard for the hopeful
So long live the local
Outside the Vicar drinks with builders, ex hooligans and ravers
I see the old girls from bingo smoking with the undertakers
While a hen do on the breezers and the “Get the badge in” geezers
Share a blunt
There’s shattered glass beneath a sign that reads ‘Please respect the neighbours’
When a rollock in a Rolex on the racket has a straightener
He think’s he’s Tyson Fury but he’s knocked out prematurely
What a cunt
This is a home away from a home for some
Leave your troubles at the door
Where the roughest of the scum become
The richest of the poor
Thank fuck it’s Friday
We’re not going home
Till we’re singing My Way or Come On Eileen
To our family down the phone
Long live the local
Wherever you roam
Times are hard for the hopeful
So long live the local
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la long live the local
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la long live the local
From every wake to every wedding
Every Happy Birthday sung
Every lock in with the landlord when
When the last order bells rung
My first bump at the urinal
My first heart breaking league final spent in tears
From the cradle to the grave
From your first drink to your last
I’ve watched love and life and loss
Dreamt of the future, mourned the past
From my sad days to my bad days to my best I’ve ever had days
I was here
#LouisDunford #TheLocal
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