Peter Doherty Last Of The English Roses lyrics

Honey, honey

My, you did look dapper in your mothers old green scarf
With your famous auntie Arthur's trousers on
You were slapped by that slapper and how we all laughed
She laughed the loudest, only in '93

You could charm the bees nees of the bees
Cheeky, you'd say and we all fell around
Rolling 'round the playground
Saucy, you'd say, we all fell about
Rolling 'round the playground in the '94

We all sang
Skipping and dancing hand in hand
And yeah, with all the boys together
And all the girls together

She's the last of the English roses
She's the last of the English roses
I wish to be so wide awake again

She knows her Rodney's from her Stanley's
And her Kappas from her Reebok's
And her tit from her tat
And Winston's from her Enoch's

It's fine and take what I
Coming out, coming alive

'Round the snooker table
You dance the Frutti-Tutti

She almost spilled her lager
Toasting girls of great beauty

As you close in, moves to fly
Coming of age, coming alive
All the boys together
And all the girls together

She's the last of the English roses
She's the last of the English roses
Yeah, she's the last of the English roses
She's the last of, last of the English, English roses

Ah, sometimes you can't change
There'll be no place
Ce soir, disons chez moi
Enfin je compte de toi

Je te drague la rose mystique
Tu l'arrose mystique?
Ha, vas-y
C'est mon monde de soleil