The Trobadour Club Lyrics

Oh ooh ooh ooh la di da
ooh ooh ooh ooh la di da
ooh ooh ooh ooh

It's friday night and we're feeling rosey
The free booze flows and we all get cozy
In the trobadour club on Brompton road
Run by a fat man and a toad
Shush they say, we're listening to the music
Shush they say, you're talking too much
Oh, oh, they look at us
So we're on stage at 11 so we miss the bus

Oh, he is such a fool
Oh, we drank from the abuse
Oh oh oh, bang bang we can't play
We can't be arsed anyway
And if you give us this wine
Make us wait all this time
We'll give you the show for which you paid

Well ??? Steve's drunk all the wine
"If that fat bloke says anything even one more time"
So we started playing it was lots of fun
With hands of beer and feet of rum
The ??? wants to punch our drummer
He jumps of stage and holds that bummer
I've just been verbally assaulted mate
And the policeman laughed at the dressing room's state


Oh, he is such a fool
Oh, we drank from the abuse
Oh oh oh, bang bang we can't play
We can't be arsed anyway
And if you give us this wine
Make us wait all this time
We'll give you the show for which you paid

They kicked us out of the gig
Find the fire extinguishers
They shush you, push you, try to punch you
Spray it in the face, and then smash up the place
And get that little ??? out of hiding place

And he works in a cheese shop!
That's not a proper job!
And he works in a cheese shop!
What kind of job's that?

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, la di da
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, la di da

We're not the fucking Libertines y'know!