"Jukebox" lyrics

All the daggers in direction of an unfamiliar bloke
Who's worming through the punters in an old Ben Sherman coat
He's standing in hypothesis observed in disbelief
As the yellow fingertips dip through a pouch of Amber Leaf
And now the dogs playing poker on the wall get back to business
Underneath that drawing pin where the tinsel hangs at Christmas
And the battle axe collecting glasses asks him not to swear
When he said he came from Lancashire ran his fingers through his hair
Pulls out a quid

There's a bandit playing killer with his shrapnel by the pocket
As an old-boy in the corner barricades the only socket
And he now leaves the topic of a girl with two left feet
Who's gasping for an e-cig and a cab down Silver Street
And as the 'teeners play out the locals love a notion
There's a bloke that's drowning in the same specific ocean
A Caribbean cocktail mixed with sand from overseas
'Til a bird unplugs the jukebox and they scream in disbelief
Chuck him a quid

Don't unlock them doors 'til they play one more
Can we get one more for the road?
Don't unlock lock them doors 'til they play one more
Saying please if you can just leave the jukebox alone

There's a bolt across a wooden door with a license that's unstable
As the landlord reaches on the shelf for ashtrays round the table
A faded logo on a glass gets filled in by the nectar
As a bag of roasted peanuts gets passed by the chief inspector
As the bell rings out to tell them that it's over
A six-year-old in a den of coats is the only one who's sober
And now the battle axe is back to tell them all sup up and leave
When he's midway through an anthem it's the best bit fucking please
Give us a quid

Don't unlock them doors 'til they play one more
Can we get one more for the road?
Don't unlock lock them doors 'til they play one more
Saying please if you can just leave the jukebox alone

Saying please if you can just leave the jukebox alone