A belter of a garage-glam rock stomp from The Flaming Stars, from it's 'one-two, ah-one-two-three-four intro shout onwards, concerning some poor sod from the wrong part of town in the wrong pair of shoes who bumps into some heavy chaps with their thumbs in their belt loops doing the greaser's dance and are annoyed about spilled drinks. Turns messy.
Spilled Your Pint
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