Last Of The Small Town Playboys

To think that the last of the small town playboys was a little bit like me
 Hold on
 Well what could that mean?
 Well Im still looking around for leads
 Cos when it comes to playboys
 Small towns are bursting at the seams
 England's getting fat
 But this suit is wearing thin
 So deal me another hand
 Before the games begin
 Well what do you do if the world owes you something?
 What else is there to do
 When the world owes you something new?
 I want you just to forget myself
 I need you just to forget myself
 I want you just to forget myself
 And so the last of the small town playboys
 Is a little bit like me
 Hold on
 Now what could that mean?
 No hope of hope and glory
 Spilling down the Camden Road
 Im in it for the story
 That you spit at me in code
 Well, my hearts in a headlock and my soul goes on unsung
 Unsung for the lonely
 Well what do you do when your world owes you something?
 Oh what is there to do
 When the world owes you something new?
 I want you just to forget myself
 I need you just to forget myself
 I've got you just to forget myself
 I need you
 I want you
 Ive got you just to forget myself
 I need you
 I want you
 I've got you just to forget myself