Fennelly
Verse 1:
Mail sacks and Union Jacks, are burning in the sun,
The man at the top is a man on the edge, he killed his seventh son,
Lost love lives on some sunny shore, of bakers shops and cobblestones,
Of marching bands, and holding hands, teacakes and trombones
Chorus:
You and me girl, we're in Catwalk City, we're in Catwalk City tonight,
You and me girl, we're in Catwalk City, we're in Catwalk City tonight,
We came too late, oh such a pity, we're in Catwalk City tonight,
But you and me girl, we're in Catwalk City, stuck in Catwalk City tonight
Verse 2:
The good old days, were everydays, who wants to be a millionairre,
Sparks still fly from the car alarms, gold dust in the city air,
The look in her eye from here to never, sends a shock right to my bones,
Of marching bands, and holding hands, teacakes and trombones
Chorus until the sun goes down