Nodding Dog - Lyrics

Nodding Dog

So it all went to pot, girl,
when you talked to the shop-girl,
about white Rolls Royces and mobile disco vans.

And you opened the page, girl,
full of page-boys and cakes, girl,
and honeymoon retreats and wedding dress meringues.

So let the disco play
Del Shannon’s “Runaway”
then picture us two looking naff
inside a wine-glass photograph.
Someday soon we’ll live as one
but something tells you something’s wrong,
I’m a nodding dog but God I’m not fooling anyone.

So your mother’s cut up,
so your dad beats me up,
and your brother’s playing clackers with my knackers and my knees.

Now you want all your records back,
and your books and your Apple Mac,
and the Love Heart we licked when we just sixteen.

So let the disco play
Del Shannon’s “Runaway”
then picture us two looking naff
inside a wine-glass photograph.
Someday soon we’ll live as one
but something tells you something’s wrong,
I’m a nodding dog but God I’m not fooling anyone.

Sod the sarnies and seating plan,
sod the aunties and vol-au-vents,
sod the strangers queuing up to shake my hand.

Let's just hit Las Vegas, girl,
in t-shirts and trainers, girl,
and we’ll walk the aisle in that dumb and distant land.

So let the disco play
Del Shannon’s “Runaway”
then picture us two looking naff
inside a wine-glass photograph.
Someday soon we’ll live as one
but something tells you something’s wrong,
I’m a nodding dog but God I’m not fooling anyone.