Letras
We were talking to a fella in the room last night
Came down from Elgin with an appetite
Somebody told him he would be alright
Among the millions
When he began to sing he took the place apart
And he was dealing aces from the very start
Was a gift from heaven to a humble heart
We were embracing
Ah, he told me that his papa was a rolling stone
Who had a gig at Dingwall so he felt at home
And all he really needed was a telephone
To be in business
Gales blew
We've been weighed up and found to be true
Though we never had the Chevys or the Baptist shirts
We had a choice of colours for a broken crutch
We'll do
Whatever it is that we do
You can ask the driver on the glory train
We'll sing it up to heaven and home again
Gales blew
Oh, I know that everybody has to have their tale
And have a clean one ready when the old one's stale
Just as long as all the little details pale
Into the distance
Ah, we kept straight faces when we heard him say
"I've been drinking up with Marvin Gaye"
Ah well, every hound dog must have his day
Sing your confession
Ah, his sense gets cloudy but his spirit is keen
And then the music business gets to pick him clean
And he says "Let me out I'll throw a magazine"
I need a witness
Ooh, I really do
Gales blew
We've been weighed up and found to be true
Though we never had the Chevys or the Baptist shirts
We had a choice of colours for a broken crutch
We'll do
Whatever it is that we do
You can ask the driver on the glory train
We'll sing it up to heaven and home again
Gales blew
Ah, he could have strived barefoot where he earned his keep
And every day he got worse until he couldn't sleep
And so he called them up to give the stage a sweep
We are in business