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Babyshambles - Oh! What a Lovely Tour - Baddie's Boogie
Oh! What a Lovely Tour
Disc 1
01. Carry On Up the Morning
02. Delivery
03. Beg, Steal or Borrow
04. Baddie's Boogie
05. Unstookie Titled
06. Side of the Road
07. UnBiloTitled
08. The Blinding
09. You Talk
10. Sedative
11. Crumb Begging Baghead
12. Lost Art of Murder / The Good Old Days
13. There She Goes
14. Albion
15. Pipedown
16. Killamangiro
17. Back From the Dead
18. I Wish
19. Fuck Forever
Disc 2
01. Intro
02. Carry on Up the Morning
03. Delivery
04. Beg, Steal or Borrow
05. Baddie's Boogie
06. Unstookie Titled
07. Side of the Road
08. UnBiloTitled
09. The Blinding
10. You Talk
11. Sedative
12. Crumb Begging Baghead
13. (Interval)
14. Lost Art of Murder / The Good Old Days
15. There She Goes
16. Albion
17. Pipedown
18. Killamangiro
19. Back From the Dead
20. I Wish
21. Fuck Forever
22. End
23. The Blinding
24. Love You But You're Green
25. Delivery
26. You Talk
Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands about stabbing backs and shaking hands
So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are
Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand

Oh, you've been here before
You fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Now, but that's twenty years ago, twenty years ago

That's a lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life, lousy life

Kid was singing, "Will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me?"
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me
Baddie's bound, Baddie, Baddie, to decency and secrecy
Baddie's bound, bound, yeah

Oh, well, you've been here before
Fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Just thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Oh but that was twenty years ago, twenty years ago

That's a lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
A lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed up bastard
Lousy life, lousy life

A kid was singing, "Will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me?"
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me, for me
Baddie, Baddie's bound

Baddie's bound, yeah, Baddie, decency and secrecy