Stan Bowles

When I fist met you
You were wearing, wearing a tunic
Eyes glazed over, stripped right back like a hollow
We'd talk for days in a room off Cambridge Heath Road
Smoking bone in your backroom
While your sister, while your sister phoned
While your sister, while your sister phoned
While your sister, while your sister phoned
I'd stare at your eyes as you helped the children
You're quoting Voltaire or Ginsberg
To the adorned in your kitchen
Sipping ice tea in the summer
Picture a park, yeah

Playing at being Stan Bowles
QPR Nineteen seventy five
QPR Nineteen seventy five
QPR Nineteen seventy five
QPR Nineteen seventy five
QPR Nineteen seventy five

Then you helped me out
You gave me a break, a break from the boredom
I quit my job
I took a gamble, a gamble on a new life
I'll always remember staying with you in your hotel
I'll always owe you son
Gratitude gratitude my friend
Gratitude gratitude my friend
Gratitude gratitude my friend
Gratitude gratitude my friend