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Baxter Dury

Aylesbury Boy

 

Aylesbury Boy

(album: I Thought I Was Better Than You - 2023)


Thought I was better than you
Foyer of Chiltern Firehouse
Bloated spleen, brown slip-ons, watercress on the chin
White suit, patriarchal figure, lipstick on the collar
Who's thinner than who, who's speaking more lowbrow
Day ghosts raised by long faces
I was alone mum but you said nothing
Just off chirpsing that alcoholic

And everyone says yah
(Can I, can I, can I, can I)
And I sometimes say yah
(Can I, can I, can I, can I)
And all the posh kids go yah
(Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?)

And I'm with a dangerous man
On our way to posh school Kensington
Tricksy's in the back, she's made no effort at all
And the yah yah's are screaming at us
Scared of the bohemians

And all the posh girls go yah
(Can I, can I, can I, can I)
And I go, yah
(Can I, can I, can I, can I)
And everyone goes yah
(Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?)

Tonight (And you never know where the old things go to die)
Tonight (And you never feel the old things go to hide)
I'll be lost in your sweet arms

So, you're the Aylesbury boy, sailing close to the wind
You got to let go of the dark thoughts
Funny smiles and broken china, for this is now
Pinot sunsets and Burger King trousers
We are the future carrying the past like rancid meat
Boys and girls who dare to dream and love to sa

Yah
(Can I, can I, can I, can I)
And everyone says yah
(Can I, can I, can I, can I)
And all the posh kids go yah
(Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?)

Everyone gonna love you, boy
Shine bright on this concrete floor
Love is lost and all
Aylesbury boy

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