Blair Dunlop 356 Lyrics

Well the sun beat down on Mayfair
On the golden heart of the town
You could tell it was touching the 30°s
By the glacial beads on his brow

The golden heart of the town they said
In all its splendour and charm
But only gold is finally
Your wallet as a firearm

Park lane behind him was rolling
All the way up to marble arch
Rollers, two drop top Benzes
But none of them tugged at the heart

As soon as his nose pressed the window
Of a German dealership
The bulbous eyes of a 356
Caught him and never let slip

She doesn't turn with much conviction
And her tugger leaks in the rain
But she comes with a boot full of stories
And an innocence hard to contain

The man at the door entertained him
Though his shoes were falling apart
Head had been slow from behind the desk
And he had fax to impart

They looked at the engine together
Air cooled and mounted in the rear
Flat four with dual carburetors And thirsty in any gear

Just 40,000 on the clocks he said
She'll go for quite for a price
There's an oligarch round the corner
Who's been in to see her twice

The secret lies in her age he said
Oh doesn't see look seamless
You could park her outside the Dorchester
And get all the interest

She doesn't turn with much conviction
And her tugger leaks in the rain
But she comes with a boot full of stories
And an innocence hard to contain

And if I had the money
I'd release her from her chains
Drive her through the streets of Mayfair
Turn around and do it all again

Soon came time for closing
Oh pain it wouldn't be for good
We bid adieu to the doorman
And the sky shone as red as her hood

He looked up and started dreaming of a 356 his own
As he mounted his bike
And set off
For the east side of town via Marylebone