Harry Kidnap - Ocean Colour Scene

Harry don’t fly — not like he used to

All the games he used to play

Are broken on the playground floor and useless

Harry don’t smile — not like he used to

All the laughs have gone away

They haunt the playboy bar where we used to go

But harry kidnap’s cool

But harry kidnap’s cool

He wrote all the rules

We’ll get by like we used to

When he used to run the show

He will smile and look youthful

Such a shame he had to go

Say a prayer for the boxers

For the builders to a man

Sing a song for the dreamers

For the fathers and sons

He played his hand — just like he used to

Just the same the king you played

Is beaten by the ace of spades — he’s ruthless

Harry won’t cry — when you are crying

All the tales like peeling bells

Will tell of nights when racehorses are flying home