THERE'S A GUY WORKS DOWN THE CHIP SHOP SWEARS HE'S ELVIS

Oh darling why you talk so fast

Another evening just flew past tonight

And now the daybreak's coming in

And I can't wait and it aint right


You told me all you've done and seen

And all the places you have been without me

Well I don't really want to know

But I'll stay quiet and then I'll go

And you won't have no cause to think about me



Theres a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis

Just like you swore to me that you'd be true

Theres a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis

But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you


Oh darling you're so popular

You were the best thing new in Hicksville

With your mohair suits and foreign shoes

News is you changed your pick-up for a Stockville


And now I'm lying here alone

And your out there on the phone with some star in New York

I can hear you laughing now

And can't help feeling that somehow

You don't mean anything you say at all

Kirsty MacColl