[Intro]
Remember your skinny young folk's nerves
With his guitar and his greasy cap
Do you still want your ageing hipster
With his records and his trilby hat

[Verse]
Angel heart, it's time to let go
It's so much harder to live in this town
Fact of it is, I'm fourty-two years old
And the venues are closing down

[Verse]
Folk rocks just beat up old names
I've been holding out as long as I can
It's a new tech crowd, it's a property game
And I'd need to be a richer man

[Chorus]
Ah but you have a precious voice from heaven
A once-in-a-blue-moon ecstasy
You could sing the phone book
If there was still a phone book
You could sing the phone book
It would sound beautiful to me
[Verse]
And now are days when I get up and sing
They'll be talking like I'm not even there
Now it appears I'm maybe not that thing
That's okay, though it's not that I don't care

[Verse]
With all the rest of the semi-fixed abodes
With their colours and their songs and their souls
I'd be long gone down the road
If not for you girl, and rent control

[Chorus]
Ah but you have a precious voice from heaven
A once-in-a-blue-moon ecstasy
You could sing the phone book
If there was still a phone book
You could sing the phone book
It would sound beautiful to me

Yeah, you could sing the phone book
If there was still a phone book
You could sing the phone book
It would sound beautiful to me

[Outro 5x]
Cool kids who make your town
Gotta help them stick around
You wanna keep your city hip
Or all the kids will desert the ship