The Boy with the Arab Strap (Live)

The Boy with the Arab Strap (Live) - Belle & Sebastian

Lyrics by：Bob Kildea/Christopher Thomas Geddes/Mick Cooke/Richard William Colburn/Sarah Ann Martin/Stephen Thomas Jackson/Stuart Lee Murdoch

Composed by：Bob Kildea/Christopher Thomas Geddes/Mick Cooke/Richard William Colburn/Sarah Ann Martin/Stephen Thomas Jackson/Stuart Lee Murdoch

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time

The odour of old prison food

Takes a long time to pass you by

Day upon day of this wandering gets you down

Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway

Squalor and smoke's not your style

I don't like this place we better go

Then I compare notes with your older sister

I am a lazy gett she is as pure

As the cold driven snow

What did you learn from your time in the solitary

Cell of your mind

There was noises distractions from anything good

And the old prison food

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble

'Cause anything's better than posh isolation

I missed the bus

You were laid on your back

With the boy with the arab strap

With the boy from the arab strap

It's something to speak of the way you are feeling

To crowds there assembled

Do you ever feel you have gone too far

Everyone suffers in silence a burden

The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton

The Asian man

With his love hate affair with his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must

As you stagger about making free with your lewd

And lascivious boasts

We all know you're soft 'cause we've all seen you dancing

We all know you are hard 'cause we all saw you drinking

From noon until noon again

You're the boy with the filthy laugh

You're the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop

Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches

And sets off the smoke alarm

What do you make of the cool set in London

You're constantly updating your hit parade

Of your ten biggest wanks

Biggest warks

Someday back time could take a walk

She's got style

Someday back time could take a walk

She's got style

Someday back time could take a walk

She's got style

She's got style

She's got style

She was to good for me

She work doesn't waitress

But she had a rich daddy

She was swimming it

I really don't know I said

She's got style

She never woke me back

She gone far week

That's the way things go

Better sweet

We got the song at least

And it's called

The boy with the old

Rub stuck