The Devil-Tips
Aidan Moffat, Malcolm Middleton
If I could always be eighteen
You could always be eight
We'd draw monsters on your wall
I'd keep you up too late
Cause getting served in pubs
It's all it's cracked up to be
I dreamt you were wee again
Arms stretched and pining for me
Come here so I can help you
Tie your brand-new tie
Brush your coat, and remember
No one laughs if you cry
Well fuck me, it's windy
We picked a good day
That's the first drink I've ever bought you
And I'm sure you're starting to sway
