The Jags - Evening Standards Lyrics
She spends her time writing other people's wordsHe sneaks glances at the canteen girlsShe works out what the bosses want to knowHe keeps waiting 'til it's time for her to goEvery day trying to attract her attentionHopin' that she won't see through his best intentionsAll day wondering where's she going to goHe could catch her eye but he'd better take it slowlyThen you get a thought, the fun begins at darkI put my best suit on, to be the fashionable oneDo you know what they're wearing this weekend?Evening standards, what are you doing?Evening standards, where are you going?Evening standards, what you going to be tonight?Flicking through the pages of her glossy magazinesHe's pinned up with high fidelitySweater patterns and this week's recipeHe's genned up on cubic capacityMaking up excuses to get her on the phoneSaving up the good ones for when he gets her homeAll day wondering if she's on the marketAll day drawing little rings around his targetThen you get a thought, and you don't have to workYou get on the floor, turn up the M.O.R.Do you know what's number one this weekend?Evening standards, what are you doing?Evening standards, where are you going?Evening standards, what you going to be tonight?Evening standards, what are you doing?Evening standards, where are you going?Evening standards, what you going to be tonight?How he's believing his own liesTowering above, he's in her eyesHe snaps his fingers, she's down at his feetIt's time for love to take the place of scandalAnd the typing chaperones get hard to handleNine to fiveEvening standardsEvening standardsEvening standardsEvening standardsEvening standards, what are you doing?Evening standards, where are you going?Evening standards, what you going to be tonight?Evening standards, what are you doing?Evening standards, where are you going?Evening standards, what you going to be tonight?
