His Latest Flame / Rusholme Ruffians (Live in London, 1986) [Medley] (Live in London, 1986; Medley)

Very old friend

Came by today

As he was telling everyone in town

Of all the love that he'd just found

And Marie's the name

Of his latest flame

Talked and talked

And I heard him say

That she had the longest blackest hair

Prettiest green eyes anywhere

And Marie's the name

Of his latest flame

The last night of the fair

By the big wheel generator

A boy is stabbed, his money is grabbed

And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is famous, she is funny

An engagement ring

Doesn't mean a thing

To a mind consumed by brass money, oh

The last night of the fair

From a seat on a whirling waltzer

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye

It's a hideous trait on her mother's side

From a seat on a whirling waltzer

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye

A hideous trait on her mother's side

Then someone falls in love

Someone's beaten up

Someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

And someone falls in love

Someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair

Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said

"How quickly would I die

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?

This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair

Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said

"How quickly would I die

Oh, if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?

Oh, walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout