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Jubilee Road

Tom Odell


It's a late Friday night
The street lamps are shining
Up in my bedroom
There's a mighty big fight
Between the thunder and lightning
Wonder who will lose
I see a party balloon
And I ain't been invited
Hey, look at that moon
There ain't nothing like it
All grey and gold
Down on Jubilee Road

Can see Mr. Bouvier
In his two-bedroom basement
In his purple dungarees
He's grumpy and he's grey
Always sweeping off the pavement
Cigarettes and leaves
His kid's up in China
His wife's up in heaven
Always I wave
'Cause he's got this expression
That he's so alone
Down on Jubilee Road

Oh, I think tomorrow night
I will knock on his door and hear all about his life
'Cause I think that's the kind of thing that I might like
When I'm old
When I'm old

There's Max and there's Maude
In the house by the station
Call them my best friends
He drinks like a horse
She don't appreciate it
All this money he seems to spend
I can hear them tonight
He can't find no vocation
And the neighbours they sigh
At that new generation
Just getting stoned
Down on Jubilee Road

Oh, I think in the summertime
I will call you up, make everything alright
And we'll fill up our cups with that bitter wine
And I'll show you
I'll show you

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