Lyrics

Get the fuck outside This is the news One, two, three, four The grass in Ashfield Park is dying Where everybody dreams of deeds of crime And the tartan coloured lady walks Behind the water colours of my mind And the tartan coloured lady she's mine People speak of willow trees in autumn And my clove-key doesn't fit her anymore And the tartan coloured Lady that I wanted Talked of this place, an hour or so before And the tartan coloured lady lost her dog So if your crystal window isn't broken And thеy've taken all the dustbins from your door Takе yourself the tartan coloured lady And smell the grass in Ashfield Park once more See the trees in Ashfield Park once more So I guess I'll read the comic books you've left me And play marbles on the floor And if the tartan coloured lady calls me Just tell her I won't be home 'til four Oh just tell her, I won't be home no more So if your crystal window isn't broken And they've taken all the dustbins from your door Take yourself the tartan coloured lady And smell the grass in Ashfield Park once more See the trees in Ashfield Park once more