Karaoké Fake Tales of San Francisco Arctic Monkeys

Fake Tales of San Francisco echo through the room

More point to a wedding disco without a bride or groom

There's a super cool band yeah with their trilbys and their glasses of white wine

And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you kick me out kick me out

I don't want to hear you know kick me out kick me out

I don't want to hear you kick me out kick me out

I don't want to hear you

I don't want to hear your

Fake Tales of San Francisco echo through the air

And there's a few bored faces at the back all wishing they weren't there

And as the microphone squeaks a young girl's telephone beeps

Oh she's dashing for the exit oh she's running to the streets outside

Oh you've saved me she screams down the line

The band were fucking wank and I'm not having a nice time

I don't want to hear you

I don't want to hear you know

Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing though so all that's left

Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco he's from Hunter's Bar

I don't quite know the distance but I'm sure that's far

Yeah I'm sure he's pretty far

And yeah I'd love to tell you all my problem

You're not from New York city you're from Rotherham

So get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Get off the bandwagon put down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon put down the handbook