Aint got no rhythm

Ain’t got no rhyme

I think I’m ugly

She thinks I’m fine

I’ve never had a girlfriend but that’s no crime

Learning how to do it for the very first time.

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I’m like a thrift shop record

That’s never been played

My landlord thinks I’m crazy

His daughter thinks I’m great

She makes me a vodka with a little bit of lime

Learning how to do it for the very first time

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[Chorus]

Hey I gotta brand new tune

Playing air guitar with a wooden spoon

Rough rhythm of a willing ride

And all the bed sheets strewn

Breakfast in the afternoon

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Our local pub is closing

After all those drive-in raids

I say where the hell we going?

She says down to Taylor’s Glade

Our park-up windows all streaked with grime

Learning how to do it

For the very first time

–

Hey I gotta brand new tune

Playing air guitar with a wooden spoon

Rough rhythm of a willing ride

And all the bed sheets strewn

Breakfast in the afternoon

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A bang on the window

We ain’t alone like I thought

A face with a cap on

And a badge pinned to his shirt

I can’t hear him talking, so I try to mime

Getting booked by a trooper

For the very first time

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Hey I gotta brand new tune

Playing air guitar with a wooden spoon

Rough rhythm of a willing ride

And all the bed sheets strewn

Breakfast in the afternoon

–

Hey I gotta brand new tune

Playing air guitar with a wooden spoon

Rough rhythm of a willing ride

And all the bed sheets strewn

–

Breakfast in the afternoon

Hey I gotta brand new tune

Playing air guitar with a wooden spoon

Rough rhythm of a willing ride

And all the bed sheets strewn

Breakfast in the afternoon

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Breakfast in the afternoon

Breakfast in the afternoon

Oh yeah

Copyright: Rod de Lisle