It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa
It’s called pub Paranoia …that’s why I won’t go
It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa
It’s called pub Paranoia …and that’s why I don’t go
Been thinking about things and come to a decision
Late nights in the pub are reminiscent of prison
Loud mouth fools drinkin too many jars
With too many rules in too many bars
Bars to keep you in and bars for havin fun
Bars in which some devious deeds maybe done
Where drugs are rife and crimes are often planned
Where freedom of expression and smoking are banned
So head out to the sticks for a nice quiet drink
But that is not an option if that’s what you think
It’s a good idea but it does have flaws
What with all the drinkin and the drivin laws
Attract the local weirdo attract the local creep
And ya payin for all this and the price aint cheap
Goin out is changin and that’s a little sad
But stayin in doors can drive us all mad
So think of what ya doin and choose where you go
Surround yourself with the people that you know
just get yourself out there and don’t be shy
It’s not as bad as all that so give it a try
It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa
It’s called pub Paranoia …that’s why I won’t go
It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa
It’s called pub Paranoia …and that’s why I don’t go
I now have this song recorded by myself.
To listen to it, go to ...www.earsight.co.uk
Click on recordings, then my name (Ray Boorman)
Hope you enjoy it?
Cheers Ray. Commentaire d´auteur
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