(Ron Wood/Rod Stewart)
Too bad we was thrown downstairs
Never got a chance to sing
We were quite polite with one invite
To keep us off the street
So we mingled for a minute or two
With the high class clientele
And then somebody said, "Who invited them?!"
"That clan of refugees? Get out!!"
What an insult to be shown the door
Before we could shake a leg
I was most intrigued by the colored Queen
Leanin' on the kitchen door
Then I was ushered with my friends
By the butler who was twelve feet tall
But let me please explain that we're not to blame
We just don't have the right accent
No, no
All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh you know it's a shame
That we always get the pain
All we wanted to do was to socialize
Oh you know it's a shame
How we always get the blame
Sweaty girls and damp hotels
Is where I'm gonna stay
'Cause now I see what it's all about
I didn't have the old school tie
Don't worry; we had more fun
Waiting for the all night bus home
Too bad my regional tongue
Gave us away again
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