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 rock stars 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 no. (Kick me out kick me out). Fake Tales of San Francisco. Echo through the air. And there's a few bored faces in the back. All wishing they weren't there. And as the microphone squeaks. A young girl's telephone beeps. Yeah she's dashing for the exit. she's running to the streets outside. "Oh you've saved me " she screams down the line. "The band weren't very good. And I'm not having a nice time". 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. I'm sure that's pretty far. 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. Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook