Brexit at Tiffany's Songtext
von The Streets

First hour of the day, always get so much done
So much was undone
The sun came up in London
Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street

You talk like traffic
I′m tryin' to cross the road
But who wants pedestrian?

Black taxis′ mass
You signal something jumbled that I just have to love
You call me Jack the Ripper, I'm so about these gaslights

The gaslights look old
They would cast light, looking cold
If the night wasn't over
Aimless on my feet like any old James on Bond Street
Manicured pavements
Manicured behaviour


Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Brexit at Tiffany′s
Nostalgic for glamour that never happened
Put your fork in the ham on a gingham table
Pour the Assam and spill on the porcelain saucer

I don′t listen to music like you do
I listen to the same song over and over
Together in leather
In umbrella weather
There's no window dressing us
I can′t afford the price
Blurry people walk past, as I remain starin'
Like a Dirty Diana teapot
Let′s commemorate us
Get the silver engraved in loving memory

Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Brexit at Tiffany's
Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Your face is a foreign language
Like an Arabic Rolex
Façades of London
Meet me on Bond Street