Fake Tales of San Francisco

Echo through the room

More point to a wedding disco

Without a bride or groom

There's a super cool band yeah

With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine

And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets

Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you

Kick me out kick me out

I don't want to hear you no

(Kick me out kick me out)

I don't want to hear

(Kick me out kick me out)

I don't want to hear

I don't want to hear

Fake Tales of San Francisco

Echo through the air

And there's a few bored faces in the back

All wishing they weren't there

And as the microphone squeaks

A young girl's telephone beeps

Yeah she's dashing for the exit

She's running to the streets outside

"Oh you've saved me "

She screams down the line

"The band weren't very good

And I'm not having a nice time”

I don't want to hear

(Kick me out kick me out)

I don't want to hear you no

(Kick me out kick me out)

Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing though

So all that's left

Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco

He's from Hunter's Bar

I don't quite know the distance

But I'm sure that's far

I'm sure that's pretty far

I'd love to tell you all my problem

You're not from New York City

You're from Rotherham

So get off the bandwagon

And put down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook