Mobile Shack

Lyrics

I was born in my mother's bed in a downstairs room 12 Melville Road in Birmingham I was shocked to see the novelty Of a litlle old fat bald thing, it was my old man I was born in the back of a mobile shack And my father said to me "son, I'm gonna call you James" Working in a shop is a dead end job I left after eight weeks, it was just as well 'Cause coming up behind me like a high speed train Was the New York City new wave, Verlaine/Hell I was born in the back of a mobile shack And my mother said to me "son, oh play guitar" Play it boy Now I've got it easy Doing the things that I always wanted But it's not enough I'm gonna shoot out of this decade in a spaceship Failing that, a hippy bus I was born in the back of a mobile shack And my father said to me "son, I'm gonna call you James" I was born in the back of a mobile shack And my father said to me "son, I'm gonna call you James" James Call you James I was born in the back of a mobile shack And my father said to me "son, I'm gonna call you James" I was born in the back of a mobile shack And my father said to me "son, I'm gonna call you James" James Call you James Oh, James Call you James Yeah, James I was born in the back of a mobile shack I was born in the back of a mobile shack I was born in the back of a mobile shack I was born in the back of a mobile shack