I Really Live Round Here (False Friends) - Kevin Coyne

You ask me to write a song

Saying how it really feels

To have a wife and a baby and a flatlet

And not enough money, money to eat

You’re laughing with your friends

Always giggling with your friends

You’re saying it’s the end

I’m finished, I’m done, I’m driven round the bend

Chorus: I know what you’re thinking

I know my brain is shrinking yeah

I really live round here (x3)

I’m not a millionaire and my patience is thin

You’re laughing at my wife

Always laughing at my wife

Always beaming at my wife

And every time you do it, you’re cutting like a knife

My children they’re scared

They’re truly truly scared

Frightened out of their wits

You scare them, you scare them to bits now

Chorus

Have mercy on me

I’m like you, can’t you see

I’m just looking for a friend

Friendship, friendship, this is where it ends

I’m going away

To some fields far away

Build myself a country house

I’m living in the basement as frightened as a mouse, yeah

I know what you’re thinking

I know my head is shrinking

I really live round here (x3)

I’m not a millionaire and my patience ??

I really live round here (x3)

I’m not a millionaire and my patience ??

Ah ah ah you’re laughing

Ah ah ah always laughing

Ah ah ah laughing at me Laughing at me (repeat)