Argos Days

(VERSE 1)
When she was younger, she’d stroll in proud,
With her Nylon Argoss trousers strutting around
Tidyin’ up the browsers with a confident sway,
Tellin’ funny stories every single day.
Pretty girls on jewellery, lookin’ all glam,
But Julie said, “Not me — I’m stockroom, Damn.”
“Got a stockroom face,” she’d laugh and grin,
Stackin’ boxes while the others tried rings.
And old Mr Willoughby, back again,
Returnin’ batteries like it was a life-long trend.
Julie’d sigh, “Not you again, mate…”
But she’d take ’em with a smile — that’s Julie’s fate.

Julie, Julie, you’re trouble in a tracksuit,
Laughin’ while the world goes by…
Julie, Julie, you’re dancin’ in the stockroom,
Reggae in your step and a twinkle in your eye…

(VERSE 2 )
We’d visit their flat up at The Hyde,
She’d force fairy cakes on us every time.
“Don’t forget the cakes!” she’d shout from the door,
Like we’d committed crimes if we left before.
We’d drive down the A10, laughin’ all the way,
Those cakes in the back seat, sealin’ their fate.
Soon as we turned the corner — out they’d go,
Flyin’ through the window like a pastry show.

( CHORUS)
Oh Julie, Julie, Micky Love says nice things,
Tells you that you’re gorgeous — you don’t hear a thing.
But mentiona “glass of wine?” and you’re up like a shot,
“Dinner’s nearly ready” — suddenly you hear the lot.
Oh Julie, Julie, you’re deaf as a brick,
Till someone mentions booze — then you’re cured real quick.
Julie, Julie, we’ve finally learned the score —
If it ain’t wine or dinner, you don’t hear **** all.

(VERSE 3)
Now she’s lookin’ after Mum and Uncle Ron,
And little Ruby runnin’ round from dusk till dawn.
No time for herself, not a minute spare,
Still moanin’ like some old dear in a rocking chair.
But she keeps on goin’, heart big and strong,
Even when the days feel ten years long.
She’ll grumble and groan, but she’ll still turn up,
’Cause Julie’s built from tougher stuff.

(CHORUS)
Oh Julie, Julie, Micky Love says nice things,
Tells you that you’re gorgeous — you don’t hear a thing.
But mentiona “glass of wine?” and you’re up like a shot,
“Dinner’s nearly ready” — suddenly you hear the lot.
Oh Julie, Julie, you’re deaf as a brick,
Till someone mentions booze — then you’re cured real quick.
Julie, Julie, we’ve finally learned the score —
If it ain’t wine or dinner, you don’t hear **** all.

(VERSE 4 )
Ruby ran into the road the other day,
Julie chased after her — full speed, no delay.
She tripped on the kerb, her face hit the floor,
But when she got up, she looked better than before
Crowd gathered round sayin’, “I think there is movement”
Then someone whispered, “Actually… that’s an improvement”
Julie got up, shocked, battered and bruised,
But she laughed it off — ’cause that’s what old people do.

(4 bar instrumental)

(BRIDGE )
Now she’s got a hearing aid that don’t behave,
Whistlin’ like a kettle every other day.
Aches in her back, creaks in her knees,
Still draggin’ herself to work — no rest, no ease.
But she keeps on working’, keeps on

Reggae, Male, Medium, Happy