A London Lass In Yorkshire.
I can't drink coffee, must be Yorkshire tea my dear
have my breadcake on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
See me walking down Victoria Quarter
Handbag clutched tightly to my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
If, "Manners make t'man" as someone said
Then he's t' hero of the day
It takes a man to call a man “love” and then smile
Be yer’sen no matter what they say
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
Modesty, propriety, are not a Yorkshire rarity
In London you can be the only one
Gentleness, sobriety, are rare in London's entirety
In Yorkshire at night, you can walk and never run
Takes more than an accent just to make a man
No-one in Yorkshire calls you hun
Confront a Londoner they will avoid you when you can
A Yorkshire man will talk but never make fun
If, "Manners make t'man" as someone said
Then he's t' hero of the day
It takes a man to call a man “love” and then smile
Be yer'sen no matter what they say
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm a London lass in Yorkshire
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