Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
Chris Difford
[Verse 1]
He was the Prince of Darkness, the King of Wardour Street
His shop would run like clockwork, a well oiled boutique
He’d sit around with Patrick, and he'd moan about Phil
They’d go out to the pictures
Cook a Chinese meal
[Chorus]
Nattering with Fergus, who goes to AA every night
They'd lay by the fire and talk about the men in their lives
[Verse 2]
He always liked to gossip, with regulars that came
To buy the latest fashions, and flit around like flames
He lounged in his pyjamas, on the sofa on his own
And smoke a small cigar, at the end of the phone
[Chorus]
Bickering with Richard, who never gets high
Laying by the fire and talk about the men in their lives
[Bridge]
The cappuccino sunrise fades across the street
They’d watch the young men dressing, with his tongue between his teeth
[Verse 3]
He was the Prince of Darkness, the Queen of all the clubs
He’d mince through Covent Garden, with all the other loves
They used to think the sunshine, shone out of his backside
He’d walk down the pavement, as the sun shone behind
[Chorus]
From Piccadilly Circus, to the top of Portman Square
They walk so close together and talk about the men in their lives