First stop was the bucket shop To pick the pieces of your life up And scream looking glad Since all that you despise You're thinking back to the Chicken Shack And the smashing of the glass And the knife in the back, well My boy who will believe your lies All your lies And no one's gonna sell you any alibis A-li-bis You dirty small town girls How I wish you were here now And show me how to be the man As only you can, as only you can My white city girl Someone said you were an angel Only what kind of angel Would shout hello, and whisper goodbye Like my white city girl I've seen you go down On one too many times It chills my bones to sing that line Oh that line This aching heart of mine You said you lived your life by the albion creed So pure in thoughts and word and deed Well oh my boy what did you gain? Just empty bottles and stubs of cheroots And holes in the ears of your baseball boots That makes you'll never forget your name Or your lies And no one's going to sell you any alibis A-li-bis