this song was written in 2000, back when you could live in the future.
call it a love song to a pub song.
find me an after-hours London club
one where the taps don’t close up
from 11 o’clock until the sun comes up
‘cause I got 2 friends, baby, who just won’t shut upcognac & polyester are best friends to me
and neither of ‘em thinks the lesser to be
the fabric & the drink of high society
sounds like best friends to meit’s all the fault of this woman faulting out of her dress
close enough to spill, but not to confess
my brood & I, we just gotta laugh at all this decadence
times are not good, until you live them to excesseverybody’s drenched
seconds get stretched
the least likely combination
is never that far fetchedcognac & polyester are best friends to me
and neither of ‘em thinks the lesser to be
the fabric & the drink of high society
sounds like best friends to metwo me