Fred Partington's Daughter Lyrics

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Lyrics to Fred Partington's Daughter
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I was sittin' in this five star place going nowhere fast When she caught my attention through the bottom of my glass She was a waitress in the hotel above this smoky bar She got up at dawn for breakfast and worked on 'til it got dark And at six o'clock when her shift was up she'd drink the night away Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day   Well she told me where she came from was a petty kind of town How her parents became born-agains after her brother got knocked down And how she found the magazines in the boot of daddy's car And he told her he was weak sometimes, just like how all gentlemen are And in summer she'd work in his shop and then cry the night away Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day   So she left her home and family one cloudy afternoon And she came here with her girlfriend who had found them both a room And everyday they'd wake up early and go looking for a wage In high-heels and makeup they would lie about their age With her first job as a barmaid she's just dream her shift away Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day   And one day by the dole office a car window rolled down And a gentleman asked for directions to her old home town And it transpired he knew her family and he owned a string of bars So he offered her a job if she would kiss him in his car So it was that she accepted his advance of one week's pay Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day   And as she told me all these tales she picked a scab around her wrist That she confessed it was self-inflicted with a whisky glass like this Then she game her name and number to me -- I did not give mine She said maybe I should call her for some fun some time   And the funniest thing was that that name stuck in my head And eight months later it was in a headline that I read They had pulled her out the river in that same black dress And she lay there quite the lady for the gentlemen of the press And her picture in the paper looked so small and far away Well wouldn't you if you served gentlemen all day




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