My Poor Friend Me - Frank Turner

Eva Mae I remember the date you were born It was the summer Your mum and dad called me up to say how proud They were Voices wringing with the love of a new born

The Next Round - Frank Turner I drink cause i'm thirsty I drink cause i'm dry I'm not yet quite thirty But i feel like i'm dieing I drink cause I want to Cause

Lunchtime Friday leave work early Rushing through the suburbs to the station To catch the train Heading up to town to Dave's to get my glad rags on Because late

Well the screen door slams Mary's dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison Is singing for the lonely Hey that's me I