Dilly Boys
CARL BARAT, PETER DOHERTY
Well, my love wrote the words to the saddest songs
The songs that said that life is too long
And the moon is always blue, just because
Why don't you sing me those other songs again?
All the songs that say life's worth the worry and the pain
The sun smiles through the rain, just because
She's (supposed to be) my moral guide, but she does nothing at all
Smokes (my cigarettes) all of my bone and stares at the wall
Maybe she'll pace the room, howl at the moon
But still she's the sweetest girl,
No, he's the sweetest girl in the world
And me, I'm just a dilly boy
Fresh flower pressed Picadilly boy
Hands on hips, pout on lips
Meat, rag-tag like a dilly boy
He's the sweetest girl, the sweetest girl in the world