Текст песни: The Jam - STRANGE TOWN
Found myself in a strange town
Though I`ve only been here for three weeks now
I`ve got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don`t know, don`t care
And I`ve got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me `cause they don`t know
I`m really a spaceman from those UFOs
You`ve got to move in a straight line
You`ve got to walk and talk in four four time
You can`t be weird in a strange town
You`ll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You`ve got to wear the right clothes
Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can`t be nice in a strange town
`Cause we don`t know, don`t care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy myself a snort
We got our own manifesto
Be kind to queers
And I`m so glad the revolution`s here
It`s nice and warm now!
I`ve finished with clubs where the music`s loud
`Cause I don`t see a face in a single crowd
There`s no one there
I look in the mirror
But I can`t be seen
Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
Looking back at me
Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town
Though I`ve only been here for three weeks now
I`ve got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
They say don`t know, don`t care
And I`ve got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me `cause they don`t know
I`m really a spaceman from those UFOs
Strange town
Break it up
Burn it down, shake it up
Break it up
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Found myself in a strange town
Though I`ve only been here for three weeks now
I`ve got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don`t know, don`t care
And I`ve got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me `cause they don`t know
I`m really a spaceman from those UFOs
You`ve got to move in a straight line
You`ve got to walk and talk in four four time
You can`t be weird in a strange town
You`ll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You`ve got to wear the right clothes
Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can`t be nice in a strange town
`Cause we don`t know, don`t care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy myself a snort
We got our own manifesto
Be kind to queers
And I`m so glad the revolution`s here
It`s nice and warm now!
I`ve finished with clubs where the music`s loud
`Cause I don`t see a face in a single crowd
There`s no one there
I look in the mirror
But I can`t be seen
Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
Looking back at me
Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town
Though I`ve only been here for three weeks now
I`ve got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
They say don`t know, don`t care
And I`ve got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me `cause they don`t know
I`m really a spaceman from those UFOs
Strange town
Break it up
Burn it down, shake it up
Break it up
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