Please Say It Isn't So - Lee Williams & The Cymbals

Say it isn't so painful to tell me that you're dissatisfied Last time I asked you I really got a lame excuse I know that you lied Now, wicked things can happen You see 'em goin' down in war But when you play in a quiet way that bites it even more Tell me what you want, yeah, I'll do it, baby I promise right now Who propped you up when you were stopped Low motivation had you on the ground I know your first reaction you slide away, hide away, goodbye But if there's a doubt, baby, I can give out a thousand reasons why You have to say it isn't so (It isn't so) Now, say it isn't so, oh, no Now, say it isn't so (It isn't so) Oh, say it isn't so, oh, oh, no We like to be the strangers at the party Two rebels in a shell You like to move with the best of them You know we, we move so well Don't need someone to lean on I know where there's an open door But if I'm faced with being replaced I want you even more So baby, say it isn't so (It isn't so) Oh, say it isn't so, oh, oh, no Now, say it isn't so (It isn't so) Oh, say it isn't so, oh oh, yeah (Say it, say it isn't so) (Say it, say it isn't so) (Say it, say it isn't so) Why you wanna go, do you have to say you wanna go Ooh, ooh baby, say it isn't (Say it isn't) Say, say, say it isn't (Say it isn't) So (So say it isn't) Why you have to say it isn't (Say it isn't) So (Say it isn't) So (So say it isn't) I know it's so hard for you (Say it isn't) So hard (Say it isn't) Don't say, baby (So, say it isn't) There must be some other way (Say it isn't) Don't have to (Say it isn't) Some other way (So say it isn't) Aah, you don't have to say (Say it isn't) Ay-ay-ay-ay (Say it isn't) oh you don't have to say (Some say it isn't) Oh, you know I'm won't make you (Say it isn't)

I've been sitting here wondering if I'll ever get Back to those wheels, will I ever be Changing those strings out before nine I am wishing for the life that I used to live Giving everything that I had to give In a brand new city 'bout every night Missing those nights, missing that sky, I been missing home Missing their smiles, missing those miles, I been missing home Out there on the highway, out there on the open road Ooh baby will you roll with me, roll with me Head down to New Orleans I should be wearing out the blacktop Out there with the boys I love Everybody will you roll with me, roll with me Running down this dream And get me out there on the highway I've been sitting here asking him every night For a brand new song and a piece of mind The road is all I think about these days All I need is out there, I will be just fine With a 6 string guitar and a jug of wine When the lights go down around that stage Missing those nights, missing that sky, I been missing home Yeah, I been missing home Out there on the highway, out there on the open road Ooh baby will you roll with me, roll with me Head down to New Orleans I should be wearing out the blacktop Out there with the boys I love Everybody will you roll with me, roll with me Running down this dream I miss the sound of rubber rolling out my window And that crescendo the highway brings Oh, these wheels are gonna keep me spinning all my days Out here on the highway Roll with me, roll with me Yeah honey will you roll with me, roll with me Out there on the highway

I smoked Consulates and Park Drive, Drank Nookie Brown, learned how to skive Polo mints to hide my breath from my Mum. Did a little weed 'cause it felt like fun, Did a little speed if my friend had some. Nicked Volkswagon badges, I'm a Beastie Boys son, Me so horny, me so young, and I still get my washing done. Auntie Jo died of cancer, God didn't have an answer, Rhythm was a dancer, any room for a chancer, That's me in the corner, thanks Sir. Wore a Troop track suit, British Knights shoes, Kangol hat like L.L. Cools, Before I was having it, having it large, They nicked the B.M.X. from out my garage. And I knew it was Tier from off the estate, 'Cause every time he see me he smiled like we were mates, Then on in, I'd have to walk to me Nan's and I'll dream my dreams for a sea of prams. Like a hooligan on the football stands and I throw the V's to Leeds and Westham, And then I ran, I ran so far away, Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay. Then I ran again 'cause I couldn't pay, Young Muslim didn't get his fare that day, I apologise today... Things look better when they start, That's how the 80's broke my heart. And who are you calling puff, You like Wham, man, I hate that stuff! And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family, With lots of women there to nanny me. School was a laugh, they didn't have A.D.D, Thick was the term they used for me. Over and over, repeatedly, over and over... Take my breathe away, pass the bidley bidley bidley bidley bong, Pass it on the left hand side, Right turn, Clyde. That girl in the fourth year got pregnant, She was raised Catholic, brilliant... I cried, she cried, we cried, Her youth died. Drank cider in the cemetery, The year above us had discovered 'E'. And I said it weren't for me, Twelve pounds fifty, I could rob my mum's purse and buy one off Chalky. Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday, Fingered her on Wednesday, and on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday. Dumped by Sunday. Things look better when they start, That's how the 80's broke my heart. The wonder years I've played my part, That's how the 80's broke my heart. Like I said, I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie. Well, she said she fancied me, And then she said "Fuck me" and I thought fuck me, And I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly. And it was but I couldn't care less, I'd seen a girl's part, made a mess on her dress, Oh yes, you're now rocking with the best, Second person in my year that had seen a breast. I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed, Why the Falklands Mum, and what have they done. Where do girls come from, where do girls come from, where do girls come from? It's the 80's what you looking at, you mong? So young, so long, so young, so long... Too short, so long. What you looking at, you mong? Too short, so long, too short, so long, So long...