Lyrics Another Night in the Life of a Day - Tyla
Drinking
your
fine
French
cognac,
Smoking
a
long
filter
cigerette
Playing
blackjack
with
some
jugglersC
South
of
the
river,
A
place
called
Tooting
Bec
I
rolled
the
dice
into
Soho,
scored
some
grass
From
a
cat
named
Verge,
turned
out
to
be
pedals
from
some
Unlucky
punters
purse.
We
paid
a
Lady
Godiva
on
entry,
took
the
stairs
to
the
second
floor
We
cut
through
the
smoke,
the
smell
of
dope
and
some
guy
throwing
up
in
The
hall.
We
took
a
table
by
the
window
with
some
wooden
glass
in
a
frame
I
took
a
slug
of
nameless
vodka,
I
hit
the
jukebox,
it
hit
sustained.
And
a
guy
looking
both
ways
came
right
up
to
me,
he
said
"You
sure
do
look
familiar."
I
said
"I'm
the
guy
you
used
to
be."
Well
she
leaned
across
the
table
and
she
whispered
in
me
ear
There
are
two
places
in
my
bed
tonight
One
for
you
and
someone
else
here.
Well
I
smiled
and
lit
us
both
a
cigerette
and
one
for
a
passer-by
And
before
I
even
noticed
we'd
rolled
the
dice
in
the
direction
of
Eel
Pie
I
told
my
story
of
the
goblin
and
the
man
in
a
dress
And
the
crazy
women
from
Hampstead
who
caused
myself
And
my
friend
Jay
much
distress.
Well,
we
all
laughed
And
so
did
the
driver,
as
he
took
the
last
of
our
cash
Via
the
all
night
ship
in
Willesden
Lane
and
the
take
away
In
Charing
Cross.
Well
the
passer-by
happened
to
Work
for
vice,
and
the
lady
she
was
on
the
game
So
we
all
ended
up
down
the
local
nick
with
me
trying
hard
to
explain
It's
just
another
night
in
the
life
It
could
only
happen
to
me
It's
just
another
night
in
the
life
of
a
day
that
you
see.
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