The Men They Couldn't Hang - On the Razzle lyrics

Just turned thirty, left work early Heading for the 'Grape and Grain' Cut across Shorty, gone bald, grown portly Just off the London train We raised our hands in all the old pubs Staggered down the road to The Domino Club Whiskey chasers, downhill racers Talking about the good old days Drainpipe trousers, two rabble rousers Speeding round for seven days Sights held high We're on the razzle, guy! 'Isn't that Daisy? Didn't you?...' 'maybe...' 'The night of the Jubilee bash Take another chance, ask her to dance I'll get them to play the Clash' The DJ played 'Complete Control' The kids started dancing, the place went out of control Whiskey chasers, downhill racers Talking about the good old days Drainpipe trousers, two rabble rousers Speeding round for seven days Sights held high We're on the razzle, guy! Bouncers come over, started getting sober Shorty recognized an old face 'That guy jumped me at some squat party Years ago in Bedford Place...' Soon the pints were spilled Then the faces were filled Two Casanovas, early hangovers Telephone call to the boss Facing the morning, last written warning Tongue feels like candy floss Shorty went back at the end of the day I never liked him that much anyway Whiskey chasers, downhill racers Talking about the good old days Drainpipe trousers, two rabble rousers Speeding round for seven days Sights held high We're on the razzle, guy!