Last Of The English Roses Lyrics

My, you did look dapper in your mother's old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Arthur's trousers on
You were slapped by that slapper
And how we all laughed
But she laughed the loudest
In 93'... you could charm the bees knees of the bees.

''Cheeky'' you'd say
And we all fell around, rollin' round the playground

''Saucy'' you'd say
And we all fell about, rollin' round the playground

Into 94'
We all sang
Skipping and dancing all hand in hand
Yeah with all the boys together
And all the girls together...

She's the last of the English roses
She's the last of the English roses

(I'd wish to be so whril awake again)
She knows her Rowdeys from the Stanleys
And her Kappas from her Reeboks
And her tit from her tat
And her Winstons from her Enochs
It's fine and take what I
Coming out, coming alive

Round the Snooker table
You dance the Frutti-Tutti

She almost spilled her lager
Toasting girls of great beauty

But the closing moved by
Coming of age, coming alive
All the boys together
And all the girls together

She's the last of the English roses
She's the last of the English roses
Yeah she's the last of the English roses
She's the last of, last of the English
English roses

Ah sometimes you can't change
There'll be no place
Ce soir, disons chez moi
Enfin je compte de toi
Je te drague la rose mystique
Tu l'arroses mystique?
Ha, vas-y
C'est mon monde de soleil

(Merci à Mel pour cettes paroles)