Julian and Sandy

Julian and Sandy
(Difford/Hewerdine)

He was the Prince of Darkness
The King of Wardour Street
His shop would run like clockwork
A well oiled boutique
He’d sit around with Patrick
And moan about Phil
They’d go out to the pictures
Cook a Chinese meal
Nattering to Fergus
Who goes to AA every night
And lay by the fire and talk about the men in their lives

He always liked to gossip
With regulars that came
To buy the latest fashions
And flit around like flames
He lounged in his pyjamas
On the sofa on his own
And smoke a small cigar
At the end of the phone
Bickering with Richard
Who never gets high
And lay by the fire and talk about the men in their lives

The cappuccino sunrise fades across the street
They’d watch the young men dressing
With his tongue between his teeth

He was the Prince of Darkness
The Queen of all the clubs
He’d mince through Covent Garden
With all the other loves
They used to think the sunshine
Shone out of his backside
He’d walk down the pavement
As the sun shone behind
From Piccadilly Circus
To the top of Portman Square
They walk so close together and talk about the men in their lives

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