Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
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Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
I knew it, I just knew it
I knew that when I'd grow up
I was gonna smell fresh peaches in the air
Baked pavements and milkshakes
Wild cats will eat my pets
And I will drive everywhere in a red open top car
Filled with sun-bleached cassettes
For I would live, in Malibu
The home of the stars
Where Keith Moon would be my neighbor
But you see
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
The only Malibu I've ever seen
Is the white bottles of booze
Malibu and pineapple in frosted glasses
Held by girls with short skirts and
Scratched legs in suburban pubs
Tropical drinks to keep the English winter
From their bones
You see I have not seen the white sands of west coast California
But I have seen the weak shores of Leigh-on-Sea
With more mud than sea
More polluted estuary than zesty Pacific
More decaying grey and rot than rose-colored California
For you see
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
And I've never drove a big red shark on the Pacific Highway
But I did once own a Citroรซn 2CV
That I bought for 400 quid
From a widowed man
In a brown corduroy suit
The roof came off and often didn't go back on
Now, I drove that car up and down the A13
Past Stratford and under the river to the city at night
With my girl next to me
The lamppost street light serenading our scene
Then back south past Tilbury docks
And rain and marshes
With a glovebox full of apples and my hand in her lap
On our way to Canvey Island
And you know
Nothing smells like the start of the English summer
All mustard fields and new fauna
Beer gardens and false hope
So you know
Maybe if Steve McQueen could see me and my girl
Lying down, her head on my chest
And we sweat in her Dad's caravan till morning
When the sun fills the windows
And there's a cool wind from the west
And we realize we are more in love than the night before
You know, maybe if Steve McQueen could see that
He would think
He might think
Sadly I'm Not Scott Lavene
Sadly I'm Not Scott Lavene
Sadly I'm Not Scott Lavene
Sadly I'm Not Scott Lavene
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen
Sadly I'm Not Steve McQueen