The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy – Southern Mark Smith lyrics

Thousands of people
Are queueing in the rain
To meet the Pope
(Meet the Pope, meet the Pope
Meet the Pope)
I wonder what they're feeling
Well I hope its O.K.

You know some people gonna call Anyone a big mouth
(Big mouth, big mouth)
Yeah, well I'll see them in the bar
On a Saturday
Right now I get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Just like a southern Mark Smith

Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Yeah, like a southern Mark Smith
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Southern Mark Smith

Thousands of people are queueing
For a shuttle into space
(Into space, into space, into space)
Yeah, I'm into space
I think its just fantastic
Right now I'm looking around
For the right words
For all you special gorgeous things
Oh, don't you know
They only make those pop records
Out of plastic?

Hey, but you know what
They tell you on the BBC
You know what they tell you
And it's plain to see
You gotta put on your
Best friend's anorak
And come out here
And try it out for yourself

Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta come on out at 1 o'clock
And try it out for yourself
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
You gotta walk and talk
And think and look
And act just like a
Southern Mark Smith

Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Yeah, like a southern Mark Smith
Whooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Southern Mark Smith

Thousands of people out there
Just gotta be O.K.
I wish I could take them
All down with me to the bar
For some laughs
But right now I gotta find out
Where they could be living
They could be living in sin
They could be carrying shame
Gotta find somebody's
Gonna carry the blame
Gotta find out what makes
Your heart sing
Because I found out already
What makes my heart sing
Its necessary that I find out
What makes your heart sing
'Cause I heard it was
Like a southern Mark Smith