How can the things she said all possibly be true?
That everything I ever got I give to you
Is this a bam up? Oh 'cause this is sick you know
You know I'll break your fingers then I'll break yer toes
Y'know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes
He got a pure white tan. Yes he's my every man
Don't make me sink my teeth into yer bloody nose

I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh on the backseat

He said you've been stealing my best moves now for days
I could've killed you in so many different ways
But you're so funny and I kinda like your band
I hate these cunts from London they don't try enough
They think they're mental cause they've tried harder stuff
But they're just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin' mess
I tried to kiss her but she's lookin' pretty rough


Oh my dearest won't you let us
Be my nearest don't forget us lye, la, la, lye
Ella said you'd gladly give us
Everything but wont forgive us lye, la, la, lye

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"Stacie Anne" as written by John Lawler

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    General Commentooooohhhh man do i love this tune.
    linkinlogson February 17, 2007   Link
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    General Commenthow the fuck does he write such amazing lyrics and music to match? I have no i dea what they mean but that doesnt make this song any less fucking amzing!
    blackmyeyeson March 14, 2007   Link
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    General Commentugh. i love the fratellis without a doubt. and they obviously love what they do and their music is just so darn catchy and amazing. but what are they talking about?
    i mean clearly this is about drugs and the 'rich kids of london' who think they're so cool because they do 'harder stuff'.
    still kickbutt though.
    love the fratellis.
    sonthyon August 02, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThey do have some good songs. This is not one of there better ones. A 'B-side' song definately.
    JDevon September 26, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis has got to be one of the catchiest and jumpy songs I've ever heard!

    As for the meaning, I think it's a description of hanging around with the rough crowd, the people you meet and the situations it puts you in...

    Mon The Fratellis!
    RhythmofmyHarton November 13, 2009   Link
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    MemoryI hate these cunts from London they don’t try enough
    They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff
    But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin mess

    Makes me smile every single time I hear this song.

    I went to an upper middle class high school. Drugs permeated the place. Mostly weed, but everything was accessible from someone-or-other. Usually it was kids who got things from their siblings in college, but there was one guy who everyone talked about in hushed tones.

    He "wasn't afraid" to go to the bad side of town and score directly. Which got him better profit margins, and more awed respect than I thought those kids were capable of.

    Anyone who tried hard drugs got talked about in similar tones of awed terror and respect, like they'd done something Really Dangerous even if they were careful as mice.

    Several years later I lived in rural hell across from a house from which, I found after moving in, you could acquire prettymuch anything you wanted.

    One day there were two 17- or 18-year-old kids on the front porch. They nervously fiddled with their backpacks, looked around behind them, waited tapping their feet with vaguely troubled expressions on their faces.

    I just smirked. It was so clearly their first rodeo. It's a safe bet that they went home, impressed with their courage and street smarts for having done something that... is just a part of everyday life for anyone who isn't privileged enough to be shielded from it.
    teaspillon June 04, 2015   Link

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