Brewster lyrics

Where are you going now, our Davey?

Don't be late now, our Davey

And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?"

But all the boys say "You coming out to play?"

And all the pretty girls they're singing

La de da, de da de, da de da

Davey boy is such a pretty little boy

But don't you think about your mother, all alone?

She's waiting for your call

She's waiting, she's tired, she's bored

So give her a call, a call



He gets it all from his father's blood,

Who used to be a casual, as casual as they come

Now he's gone to live in Liverpool

Yeah, Davey does whatever Davey see's

He'll give you a good kicking and he'll bring you down to your knees

If you don't believe in what he does



And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?"

But all the boys say "You coming out to play?"

And all the pretty girls they're singing

La de da, de da de, da de da

Davey boy is such a pretty little boy

But don't you think about your mother, all alone?

She's waiting for your call

She's waiting, she's tired, singing

La de da, de da de, da de da

Davey boy has found a brand-new toy

He's often playing in the rubbish bins, smashing all the windows in

Fighting in car parks and he's fucking up the flat he calls home

Why don't you go home?