Lyrics: Doya Beardmore
Music: Doya Beardmore/Daniel Nicklin
TV Land, your lick is all you have to your name
Cowboy town, I'm only worth the suds I can nail to the bar
In my Charabanc, I'll cut across and find you my love
And when I do...
Honey, check it out you got me vexed tonight
I'll sit here and wait for the rising tide
Take a little time out to convalesce
When you make the catch, could you drop me a line
Even out the ratio of work to sex
And process to pleasure
See all things they take measure when you're bitter
All friends become peers in the high court of all down the shitter
Meet quibble and bicker, we met them through squabble and quarrel
They're good friends of hassle, they're here for a while
TV Land, your lick is all you have to your name
Cowboy town, I'm only worth the suds i can nail to the bar
In my Charabanc, I'll cut across and find you my love
And when I do...
Well, you could say, that I jumped the gun
But our game, was one of push and pull
One day push comes to shove, leaves town in a cut-and-shut
That's my blood on the floor
Love don't live here no more
TV Land, your lick is all you have to your name
Cowboy town, I'm only worth the suds I can nail to the bar
In my Charabanc, I'll cut across and find you my love
And when I do...