text: Fake tales of San Francisco
  Echo through the room
  More point to a wedding disco
  Without a bride or groom
  And theres a super cool band, yeah
  With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
  And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets
  Practicing their lines
  I dont want to hear you 
  I dont want to hear you, no 
  I dont want to hear you 
  I dont want to hear you, I dont want to hear your
  Fake tales of San Francisco
  Echo through the air
  And theres a few bored faces at the back, all
  Wishing they werent there
  And as the microphone squeaks
  A young girls telephone beeps
  Yeah, shes dashing for the exit
  Oh, shes running to the streets outside
  Oh, youve saved me, she screams down the line
  The band were fucking wank and Im not having a nice time
  I dont want to hear you 
  I dont want to hear you, no 
  Yeah, but his bird said its amazing though, so all thats left
  Is the proof that loves not only blind, but deaf
  He talks of San Francisco, hes from Hunters Bar
  I dont quite know the distance, but Im sure thats far
  Yeah, Im sure its pretty far
  And yeah, Id love to tell you all my problem
  Youre not from New York City, youre from Rotherham
  So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
  Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
  Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
  Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, yeah