Piccadilly Palare Songtext
von Morrissey

Off the rails I was
And off the rails
I was happy to stay
Get out of my way

On the rack I was
Easy meat, and a reasonably good buy
A reasonably good buy

The Piccadilly Palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
"So bona to vada. Oh you...
Your lovely eek and your lovely riah"

We plied an ancient trade
Where we threw all life′s instructions away
Exchanging lies and digs, my way


Cause in a belted coat
Oh, I secretly knew
That I hadn't a clue
(No, no. No, no, no. You can′t get there that way. Follow me!)

The Piccadilly Palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
Exchanging palare
You wouldn't understand
Good sons like you
Never do

So why do you smile
When you think about Earl's Court?
But you cry when you think of all
The battles you′ve fought and lost?

It may all end tomorrow
Or it could go on forever
In which case I′m doomed
It could go on forever
In which case I'm doomed

(Bona drag, bona drag, bona drag...)