[Spoken Intro]
("Fake Tales of San Francisco")

[Verse 1]
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
And there's a super cool band, yeah
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets
Practicing their lines

[Chorus]
I don’t want to hear ya (Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you, no (Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear ya (Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear ya, I don't want to hear your

[Verse 2]
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few borеd faces at the back, all
Wishin' they wеren't there
And as the microphone squeaks, a young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah, she's dashin' for the exit, oh, she’s runnin’ for the streets outside
"Oh, you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band were fuckin’ wank and I'm not havin' a nice time"
[Chorus]
I don't want to hear ya (Kick me out, kick me out)
I don’t want to hear you, no (Kick me out, kick me out)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, but his bird said it's amazing though, so all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind, but deaf

[Bridge]
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance, but I'm sure that's far
Yeah, I'm sure it's pretty far
And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon, put down the handbook, yeah

[Spoken Outro]
Thank you very much!
It's been my pleasure, and we-uh, we'll have to, uh, we'll have to meet again, we'll have to do this again, won't we, some time
Except, we'll...have another album or summat, and, then, we can play for a bit longer, and, yknow, fireworks and shit
Cool
Take care of yourselves for us