Sheila

Goes out with her mate stella,
its gets poured all over her fella

cos she says he aint no better than
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk she stumbles down by the river
screams calling london, (london)
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out

poetry insert:

[Oh when my love, my darling,
You’ve left me here alone,
I’ll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own.

The vast suburban churches
Together we have found:
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown’d
]

Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
Any time she sing a song the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
Fickle way to tickle on my young man’s tickle

She’s up for doing what she like
Any day more like the night
She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole bought borrowed
She didn’t like fights but at the same time understood
Fellas will be fellas til the end of time
(heavens what a noise, cold blooded murder of the english tongue)

Blut! (Jeej explains it wisely in the comments)
Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
he was known as smack jack the cracker man
in life he was dealt some shit hands
but the boys got the back now

And jay went the same way as mickey and dan
A pen to mans upon the arrow wans
And man lisa had a baby with sam,
and now jack on his own man,

Well done Jack glug down that cider
You’re right she’s a slut and you never fucking liked her
Not like what he stopped so shocked
Coz it turns out the last laugh dance killed the pied piper

Tough little big man friends with your daughters
Only coz they drive him to pick up on his quarters
brawler, lager lout rawlers
Fall to the floor think they’re free
but they aint near the border

Too young gunned now by your hell fire corner
Always did a favour, but never took an order
Behave young scallywag a fine young Galahad
Glad-ragged up but only ever getting fag hags

Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags
Slag better understand he came for the glamour
But this sounds original superficial the issue
For one dear Jack there 35 dopplegangers

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
its gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says he aint no better than
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk she stumbles down by the river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out

(its over, man its over) (get out, GET OUT)

So this a short story ’bout the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse clean young mess
Under stress at best ah but she pleased to see ya
With love God bless we lay her body to rest

Now it all dear started with Daddy’s alcoholic
A lightweight chinking down numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn’t get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain

She says ‘In a rut, what the fuck I sposed to do?’
Suck it out, start, stop, keep running through
True, but you try it aint easy to do
She been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat

Don’t know where she going but she know where she at
So Georgey, it’s time to chain react
But the truth is y’nah she’ll probably fall back
Tears streamed down her face she screamed away:

‘When I fall, no-one catch me
alone, lonely I’ll overdose slowly, get scared
I’ll scream and shout’
But you know it won’t matter she’ll be passing out

I said gibbitybiggityupah just another day
Another sad story this tragedy
paramedic announced death at 10.30
Rip it up, kick it, spit up the views

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
its gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk she stumbles down by the river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos she says man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk she stumbles down by the river
screams calling london, (london)
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out

you can thank these guys here

  • big up the vernacular specialist du jour, Kim
  • additional contributions from Jaz, Simon, Jeej and Jordan
  • PS.. The two verses after the first chorus are an excerpt from

The Cockney Amorist by John Betjeman

Additional Note as some people seem to be confused – we’re trying to grasp what Jamie T’s saying on the demo version of Sheila (and I stand by my opinion that it’s better than the single) – you can download the mp3 and compare and contrast, it’s still up here.

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72 thoughts on “Sheila

  1. ‘Course it helps! It helps all the people who wound up on this blog looking for Jamie T lyrics.
    Sort of a desperate act on my part really 🙂

  2. The voice near the beginning about London says…

    Oh when my love, my darling,
    You’ve left me here alone,
    I’ll walk the streets of London
    Which once seemed all our own.

    The vast suburban churches
    Together we have found:
    The ones which smelt of gaslight
    The ones in incense drown’d;

  3. Rox, it’s definately heavens, what a noise on the demo version. Have you heard the single version? There’s a whole bloody verse missing!

  4. ta Jordan, you might be on to something there. yep folks this is the demo version we’re analysing here.
    also, since Jamie T’s major label now, there are gonna be restrictions to make his music radio-friendly, singles are always shorter than album versions to fit peoples’ short attention spans. damn shame in this case, but it probably pains the artist more than it does us.

  5. Hopefully there’ll be an extended version somewhere though. I know there a couple of remixes as b-sides to the single so one may pop up there.

    Saw Jamie T live last week and was blown away…so if anyones reading this and isn’t sure whether to see him or not – it’s only £7 so you’ve no excuses really! You won’t regret it!

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  7. Oh!! At the beginning it carries on before the poetry insert bit

    drunk she stumbles down by the river
    screams calling london,
    none of us heard her coming,
    i guess the carpet wernt rolled out

  8. arm round his shoulder cheap rag shop tags(?)

    After that it says

    You slags better understand he came for the glamour
    But this sounds original, superficial’s the issue
    But for one dear Jack there’s (?) doppelgangers

    Sorry I know I keep leaving comments!

  9. that’s ok Jordan you’ve reached premiership contributor status anyway – I can edit it into one big comment for you if you like 😉

  10. 😀 Thanks but I’ve got the proper lyrics now if you want them? I feel annoying having all these comments…*puts hands up* Don’t shoot me!

    Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,
    It gets poured all over her fella,
    cos she says, man he ain’t no better
    than the next man kicking up fuss
    drunk, she stumbles down by a river
    screams calling London,
    none of us heard her coming,
    I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out

    (Oh when my love, my darling,
    You’ve left me here alone,
    I’ll walk the streets of London
    Which once seemed all our own.

    The vast suburban churches
    Together we have found:
    The ones which smelt of gaslight
    The ones in incense drown’d)

    Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
    any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
    and tell all the fellas that that lady is single
    a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting
    She’s up for doing what she like any day more like the night
    she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed
    She didn’t like fights, but at the same time understood that
    fellas will be fellas till the end of time

    (heavens what a noise, cold blooded murder of the English tongue)

    Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
    he was known as smack jack the cracker man
    in life he was dealt some shit hands
    but the boys got the back now
    and jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
    a pen to mans upon the arrow wans
    and man Lisa had a baby with Sam,
    and now Jack’s on his own man,
    well done Jack, glug down that cider,
    your right she’s a slut and you never fucking liked her
    not like what he stopped so shocked
    cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
    tough little big man friends with your daughters
    only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters
    brawler, larger lout rawness
    alter the fourth from their three
    but they isn’t near the border
    two young guns are by your hell fire corner
    always need a favour, they never took a order,
    behave young scally wag, a fine young Galahad
    glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags,
    arm on his shoulder, cheeked by some type
    slag better understand he chained to the glamour
    But this time it’s original, superficial the issue
    but one me and jack, dirty 5 doppelgangers

    Sheila Goes out with her mate Stella,
    it gets poured all over her fella,
    cos she says, man he isn’t no better
    than the next man kicking up fuss
    drunk, she stumbles down by a river
    screams calling London,
    none of us heard her coming,
    I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out

    (its over man, its over) (get out, GET OUT)

    So this a short story bout the girl Georgina
    never seen a worse, clean young mess
    under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya,
    with love, god bless, we lay her body to rest,
    now it all dear started with daddy’s alcoholic
    light weights chinking down, numbing his brain,
    and the doctor said he couldn’t the heart their started
    now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain
    she says in a rap what the fuck I’m s’pose to do
    fuck it I’ll start stop keep running through,
    true but you try ain’t easy to do,
    she been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat,
    dunno where she goin but she know where she at,
    so Georgy its like a chain react,
    but the truth is you know she probably fought back,
    tears stream down her face,
    she screamed away,
    when I fall, no one catch me
    alone lonely, I’ll overdose slowly
    get scared, I’ll scream and shout
    but you know it wont matter she’ll be passing out
    I say giggidibigidiup just another day
    another sad story, that’s tragedy,
    paramedic announced death at 10.30
    rip it up kick it to spit up the views

    Sheila Goes out with her mate Stella,
    it gets poured all over her fella,
    cos she says, man he ain’t no better
    than the next man kicking up fuss
    drunk, she stumbles down by a river
    screams calling London,
    none of us heard her coming,
    I guess the carpet weren’t rolled

    Sheila Goes out with her mate Stella,
    it gets poured all over her fella,
    cos she says, man he ain’t no better
    than the next man kicking up fuss
    drunk, she stumbles down by a river
    screams calling London, (London)
    None of us heard her coming,
    I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out

  11. yerrr stella gets poured all over her fella. drinks get poured.
    or he could mean that she goes out with her mate stella AND stella gets poured all over her fella. or something ergh I dunno
    yea let’s all just say it’s the drink.

  12. Like any pun on words (and this is a magistral example at that), this being poetry, there’s no definite answer. Everyone’s right! And that’s what any songwriter would tell you.

  13. If you ask me it’s clear that Stella is the beer, there is an argument, and it gets poured over her boyfriend. From here she goes off and does her thing.

    Really stupid question this, but this is the first time I’ve heard the song (on XFM) and can someone clarify the artist and title for me?

    At a guess it’s “Sheila” by “Eardrums shall fail” but I really havent a clue. Cant find band info anywhere!

    All help appreciated.

  14. Stevie if you look at the categories of this post (underneath the title) there’s “Jamie T” there too. He’s your man. There’s also a post about him in general on this blog, Eardrums Shall Fail.

    I’m sorry if it was confusing to name the post Sheila, I didn’t think of people who just heard this on the radio without knowing the artist. At least it’s on the radio, hot damn! 🙂

    To sum up. Song: Sheila. Artist: Jamie T

  15. Just wondering if the spoken poetry was written by Jamie T aswell, if not who is the poet cos I really like it!!

  16. Still not sure some of those lyrics are right…

    def: Good heavens you boys, blue blooded murder of the English tongue

    (Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan)
    by pinnin the muders (up)on the other ones

    ???

  17. No way is it “Good heavens you boys, blue blooded murder of the English tongue”. Listen to it with headphones on, it is definitely…

    Heaven’s what a noise, cold blooded murder of the English tongue.

  18. He has changed those lyrics, it now says blue blooded on the single version.
    I love this song, I really hope it doesn’t get overplayed and annoying!

  19. DB – nah it definitely ain’t “by pinnin the murders (up)on the other ones” because I’ve an acoustic version which you can pretty much hear all the lyrics. I’m not sure what it is but it def ain’t that or “a pen to mans upon the arrow wans” because that don’t really make no sense does it?

  20. i think it’s
    but the truth is you know she probably fall back,
    instead of…
    but the truth is you know she probably fought back,

  21. I’ve been listening to various versions and this is what I came up with.. you may be able to use it to change some lines:

    Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
    Any time she sing a song the other girls sing along
    And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
    Fickle way to tickle on my young man’s tickle

    She’s up for doing what she like
    Any day more like the night
    She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole bought borrowed
    She didn’t like fights but at the same time understood
    Fellas will be fellas til the end of time

    Blut!
    Jack had a gang that he called the many grams
    He was known as smack Jack the cracker man
    In life he was dealt some shit hands
    But the boys got the back now

    And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
    Depend the mans upon the other ones
    And mad Lisa had a baby with Sam
    And now Jack’s on his own man

    Well done Jack glug down that cider
    You’re right she’s a slut and you never fucking liked her
    Not like what he stopped so shocked
    Coz it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper

    Tough little big man friends with your daughters
    Only coz they drive him to pick up on his quarters
    brawler, lager lout rawlers
    Fall to the floor think they’re free
    but they aint near the border

    Too young gunned now by your hell fire corner
    Always did a favour, but never took an order
    Behave young scallywag a fine young Galahad
    Glad-ragged up but only ever getting fag hags

    Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags
    Slag better understand he came for the glamour
    But this sounds original superficial the issue
    For one dear Jack there 35 dopplegangers

    So this a short story ’bout the girl Georgina
    Never seen a worse clean young mess
    Under stress at best ah but she pleased to see ya
    With love God bless we lay her body to rest

    Now it all dear started with Daddy’s alcoholic
    A lightweight chinking down numbing his brain
    And the doctor said he couldn’t get the heart dear started
    Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain

    She says ‘In a rut, what the fuck I sposed to do?’
    Suck it out, start, stop, keep running through
    True, but you try it aint easy to do
    She been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat

    Don’t know where she going but she know where she at
    So Georgey, it’s time to chain react
    But the truth is y’nah she’ll probably fall back
    Tears streamed down her face she screamed away:

    ‘When I fall, no-one catch me
    alone, lonely I’ll overdose slowly, get scared
    I’ll scream and shout’
    But you know it won’t matter she’ll be passing out

    I said gibbitybiggityupah just another day
    Another sad story this tragedy
    paramedic announced death at 10.30
    Rip it up, kick it, spit up the views

  22. Not 100%, but reckon “a pen to mans upon the arrow wans” could be yardie for “happens to people when they are on heroin”? And on the version I heard it sounds like “you boys” and “blue blooded murder”

  23. its definetly her mate stella on all da versions and jack had a gang he called da many grams shud be jack had a gang he called the milligrams coz it makes more sense coz of drugs but i gotta say this ladz a mint artist and he shud create more like this fat m8!!!!!!

    a pen to mans upon the arrow wans. im sure this is slang for being on heroin and .good heavens u boys. sounds a lot better and clearer

  24. no, it’s the many grams – because Jamie’s a poet and poets use creative discourse and various figures of speech. a gang called the many grams calls on irony and malapropism stuff like that.

  25. Oh man, I’m officially a vernacular specialist. Glad to be of help.

    I thought I should say though, that at no point can I hear “GET OUT”
    It just sounds like “London” again, to me.

  26. Can I just add, because loads of people are going on about it, the single version says “blue-blooded murder” because he couldn’t get clearance to use “cold-blooded murder” as it’s a line from My Fair Lady.

  27. this song is a beast aint stopped listening to it am i rite or am i rite my fav it is bout Georgina

    When I fall, no-one catch me
    alone, lonely I’ll overdose slowly, get scared
    I’ll scream and shout’
    But you know it won’t matter she’ll be passing out

  28. good call josh, that verse is amazing. does anyone have a prospective release date for the album? it’s funny how many people his brand of music appeals to, with the rap/indie elements. ace.

  29. If you would like a little help on what the lyrics mean, I think I pretty much nailed it back in July.
    (http://www.mp3-easy.com/mp3blog/2006/07/jamie-t-sheila-single-review.html)

    I must admit to being a little bit shocked when I first seen Jamie T. After hearing a couple of his tunes my minds eye painted a very different picture, but as soon as I seen the, “Sheila / Stella”, video it seemed that the voice couldn’t possibly have come from any other person, such is his presence.

    Sheila goes out with her mate Stella proceeds to tell a rather heart wrenching woeful tale of three entirely separate, tragic stories, but all with an undercurrent of despair and hopelessness inextricably running through them.

    Firstly, we have the songs namesake, Sheila. It quickly transpires that Sheila is something of a good time girl. (Maybes alcoholic, who are we to judge?) Who after getting hammered staggers down to the local river (which geographically I assume to be the Thames) and pitifully screams into the darkness.

    Then we have Jack whom we can safely assume is a supplier of Class A’s. This is a sad tale in itself. Telling as it does of Jack –and his gangs- bleak existence living on the fringes of social acceptability and his self-destructive dysfunctional lifestyle.

    And last but by no means least we have, “Georgie”, disturbingly an all too familiar product of the dark and seedy underbelly of Britain’s inner suburbia. After a tortuous home life at the hands of an abusive drink-fuelled father she then proceeds to follow in his drunken drug-induced footsteps until an overdose (a cry for help?) results tragically in her un-timely demise.

    The result is a tale of modern inner city life (with a radio friendly chorus) as seen and chronicled so eloquently by Jamie-T. His modern take on the English language typifying the diverse, ever increasing influx of different cultures into the London melting pot, and what is poured back out is an up to date, colloquialism rich, hybrid street-speak, which is so rarely made readily available in such a raw and un-diluted form as this.

    There is also a couple of verses of poetry provided by John Betjeman and titled “The Cockney Amorist”. Although it is easier to hear once you know it is there, it somehow adds to the overall urban feel.

    And with the chorus being coupled with the hopeless screams of Sheila screaming, “London”. It leaves the listener hoping that this isn’t truly representative of a modern-day suburban Britain.

    It’s staggering to think that this was reportedly only the second song he wrote. At only 20 years old and quoting influences such as Rancid and The Clash, he has already toured London’s Pub scene armed only with a bass guitar.

    The pedigree is evident for all to see, already wise beyond his years I’m looking forward to see what the future holds for Jamie-T, and more importantly what plans Jamie-T holds for the future.

    And for a couple of more recent posts,
    http://www.mp3-easy.com/mp3blog/2006/09/jamie-t-online-media-watch-jamie-t.html

  30. amazing song, great artist too. but forgive me for sounding stupid, but what exactly does ‘giggidibigidiup’ mean? unless its just gibberish! not being from london myself, it was a bit of a challenge understanding some of the colloquialisms, but n awesome song all the same. any albums out?
    cheers.

  31. sorry if you people have already sorted this out but i reckon the third line of the chorus is ’cause she say money ain’t no better’ with the word money saying about the ‘reassuringly expensive’ slogan of stella lager, and how money doesn’t buy happyness
    me and a couple of mates made some acoustic version of this i like, ill try and get it recorded sometime and put it up somewhere 🙂

  32. i also reckon on the fourth line of the second verse is ‘but the boys got his back now’ the same way your friends have got your back in a fight – Jack’s been through some bad stuff but he’s come out of it with hard friends
    i was thinking about the song today and i reckon before the story about georgina it should have a verse something like
    ‘its over man, its over get out
    you can stop with all the jump and shout
    you know all it’ll do is make me pout
    you can stop now you’re at the top of the mount’
    but Jamie’s better than me so its maybe better as it is.
    I reckon when he says giggidibigidiup its about how we hear storys and see people who’ve got harder lives than us but we block them out so all we can hear is ‘giggidibigidiup’ and jamie don’t reckon it should be like this, its a sad story, a tragedy, that things are

  33. Have been listening to the song non-stop for the last couple of hours, pure poetry. Thanks to all the posters for helping me understand the lyrics. Where can I watch the video?

  34. By the way, if you would like the full song then go to Jamie-t.com its all there under tracks, just put ‘SHEILA’ into the record machine and you’re away!!!!!! thebn all the apparent lyrical mistakes are infact correct ont the full song! wohoooo!!!!

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