"Tallahassee" lyrics

I'm not trying to be funny
This is how I look all the time
You make me want to wake the dead
Then sly it into conversation
So everyone thinks we're bleeding out badly
When in reality we were just dancing on it
Because I'm a million people from one minute to the next

I like fast cars and sambucca
I write songs
I'm half as good as I think I am
And twice as good as you think I am
And I'm standing on ceremony

I'm the soundtrack to your university years like Lily Allen
I've got so much shit around my bed, you better call me Tracy
I'm Paul Heaton
Because the only thing you'll ever hear round here is magic
I'm Liam Howlett in 1991
Driving round Romford in a Ferrari Testarossa
Now that's iconic
But I'm nothing like them

I'm just a plagiarist
Just a fucking plagiarist

I remember the
I remember the bells
From across the chambermaid's quarters
It's like they was ringing by themselves
Fucking plagiarist

I'm the soundtrack to your university years like Lily Allen
I've got so much shit around my bed, you better call me Tracy
I'm Paul Heaton
Because the only thing you'll ever hear round here is magic
I'm Liam Howlett in 1991
Driving round Romford in a Ferrari Testarossa
Now that's iconic
But I'm nothing like them

I'm just a plagiarist
I'm always outnumbered
But never outgunned

Broken into this dark
Broken into my home
Lazing into your head
Broken down all I know
Lazing into my place
Bracing in through your heart
Lately into your head
Makes her way through my blood

I like fast cars and sambucca
And I never forget a face
I write songs
Tallahassee by Leif Vollebekk is my favourite number
I'm standing on ceremony
That's all you need to know about me

I'm the soundtrack to your university years
I'm Paul Heaton
I'm Liam Howlett in 1991
Ferrari Testarossa
Now that's iconic
No, I'm nothing like them

I'm just a plagiarist
Just a plagiarist
Just a plagiarist
Just a plagiarist

If I don't see you
In Tallahassee
Am I gonna see you at the Troubadour?
I'm always outnumbered
But never outgunned
Four and twenty years now
And one more for good luck
Won't you wear that bamboo dress, babe?
When you come to pick me up

You under the bam, under the boo
Under those bamboo trees
With you just jingling and jangling
Your car keys