Sheila (Jamie T Song)

this song by Jamie_T reached number 15 on the uk singles chart .

The lyrics are as follows;

Sheila goes out with her mate stella, it gets poured all over her fella, cos shes says, man he aint no better than the next man kicking up fuss drunk, she stumbles down by a river screams calling london, none of us heard her coming, i guess the carpet weren't rolled out

(Oh when my love, my darling, You've left me here alone, I'll walk the streets of London Which once seemed all our own.

The vast suburban churches Together we have found: The ones which smelt of gaslight The ones in incense drown'd)

Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along and tell all the fellas that that lady is single a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that fellas will be fellas till the end of time

(heavens what a noise, cold blooded [...] of the english tongue ) (good heavens you boys, blue-blooded [...] of the english tongue)

Jack had a gang that he called the many grams, he was known as smack jack the cracker man in life he was dealt some [...] hands but the boys got the back now and jay went the same way as mickey and dan a pen to mans upon the arrow wans and man lisa had a baby with sam, and now jack on his own man, well done jack, glug down that cider , your right shes a [...] and you never [...] liked her not like what he stopped so shocked cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper tough little big man friends with your daughters only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters brawler, larger lout rawness alter the forth from their three but they aint near the border two young guns are by your hell fire corner always need a favour, they never took a order, behave young scally wag , a fine young galahad glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags, arm on his shoulder, cheeked by some type slag better understand he chained to the glamour superficial the issue but one me and jack, dirty 5 doppelgangers

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella, it gets poured all over her fella, cos shes says, man he aint no better than the next man kicking up fuss drunk, she stumbles down by a river screams calling london , none of us heard her coming, i guess the carpet weren't rolled out