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