Milburn - Brewster lyrics

rate me

Where are you going now, our Davey? Don't be late now, our Davey And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?" But all the boys say "You coming out to play?" And all the pretty girls they're singing La de da, de da de, da de da Davey boy is such a pretty little boy But don't you think about your mother, all alone? She's waiting for your call She's waiting, she's tired, she's bored So give her a call, a call He gets it all from his father's blood, Who used to be a casual, as casual as they come Now he's gone to live in Liverpool Yeah, Davey does whatever Davey see's He'll give you a good kicking and he'll bring you down to your knees If you don't believe in what he does And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?" But all the boys say "You coming out to play?" And all the pretty girls they're singing La de da, de da de, da de da Davey boy is such a pretty little boy But don't you think about your mother, all alone? She's waiting for your call she's waiting, she's tired, singing La de da, de da de, da de da Davey boy has found a brand-new toy He's often playing in the rubbish bins, smashing all the windows in Fighting in car parks and he's fucking up the flat he calls home Why don't you go home?