I Really Live Round Here (False Friends) Songtext
von Kevin Coyne

You ask me to write a song
Saying how it really feels
To have a wife and a baby and a flatlet
And not enough money, money to eat
You′re laughing with your friends
Always giggling with your friends
You're saying it′s the end
I'm finished, I'm done, I′m driven round the bend
I know what you′re thinking
I know my brain is shrinking yeah
I really live round here
I'm not a millionaire and my patience is thin
You′re laughing at my wife
Always laughing at my wife
Always beaming at my wife
And every time you do it, you're cutting like a knife
My children they′re scared
They're truly truly scared
Frightened out of their wits


You scare them, you scare them to bits now
Have mercy on me
I′m like you, can't you see
I'm just looking for a friend
Friendship, friendship, this is where it ends
I′m going away
To some fields far away
Build myself a country house
I′m living in the basement as frightened as a mouse, yeah
I know what you're thinking
I know my head is shrinking
I really live round here
I′m not a millionaire and my patience??
I really live round here
I'm not a millionaire and my patience??
Ah ah ah you′re laughing
Ah ah ah always laughing
Ah ah ah laughing at me
Laughing at me (repeat)