Brewster lyrics

Where are you going now, our Davey?Don't be late now, our Davey And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?"But all the boys say "You coming out to play?"And all the pretty girls they're singingLa de da, de da de, da de daDavey boy is such a pretty little boyBut don't you think about your mother, all alone?She's waiting for your callShe's waiting, she's tired, she's boredSo give her a call, a call He gets it all from his father's blood,Who used to be a casual, as casual as they comeNow he's gone to live in LiverpoolYeah, Davey does whatever Davey see'sHe'll give you a good kicking and he'll bring you down to your kneesIf you don't believe in what he does And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?"But all the boys say "You coming out to play?"And all the pretty girls they're singingLa de da, de da de, da de daDavey boy is such a pretty little boyBut don't you think about your mother, all alone?She's waiting for your callshe's waiting, she's tired, singingLa de da, de da
de, da de daDavey boy has found a brand-new toyHe's often playing in the rubbish bins, smashing all the windows inFighting in car parks and he's fucking up the flat he calls homeWhy don't you go home?