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&#8217;ve got you just to forget myself<br><br>Thanks to thudord