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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 your 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 your bloody nose
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
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
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
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
La, la, lye
La, la, lye
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
There on the backseat
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
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 your 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 your bloody nose
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
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 oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
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
La, la, lye
La, la, lye
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Song Info
Submitted by
milburn On May 30, 2006
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ooooohhhh man do i love this tune.
how 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!
ugh. 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.
They do have some good songs. This is not one of there better ones. A 'B-side' song definately.
This 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!
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
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.