Too Much Brandy

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The Streets were an English hip hop and UK Garage project from Birmingham, England, led by vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Mike Skinner and has included several other contributors, most notably drummer Johnny Drum Machine, vocalist Kevin Mark Trail and the Italian-American beatmaker Leroy. more »

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2008

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Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where were you that cold December 
'Cause we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders 
Central Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we 
Enter the race 
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if you're bored, let's go see Roy, get 
Fucked up with the boys 
Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms just 
Kicked in, think I might be finished 
The ball game heads for the worse, for what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of 
The earth, brain's kind of surfing now 
We wander down darkened pathways in a daze, "Want to buy any cocaine?", am I paranoid? "Yes, 
You're paranoid" 
Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home to my baby, two bags of 
Mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy 
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy 

Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble 
So the Marlons'll have to be doubles 
Then you drink doubles 
The same speed you drink singles 
Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm having all that's in the 
Bubble in the bottom of the bottle 
Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled 
Club's full, you mingle 
You dance the fandango 
You sing all your favorite jingles 
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon 
One has a monocle and cigar 
Dickie-bow and long johns 
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman 
Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor 
For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour 
Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique 
Get to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy 
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy 

We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube 
Every time the train clunks I feel like puking 
Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring, 
Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we're walking up out and back to the road, talking 
Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind's focused, balance fucked up 
Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round I'm quite partial to another 
Marlon at the bar 
Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break 
Take it easy mate, you start to think you're a state, you definitely are a state 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy 
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better stop drinking brandy

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