Who's that girl?She must be nearly freezingWho's that girl out thereAll that snow makes it hard so see herDid she wave to me And maybe I'm in loveLove love, love loveAnd maybe that's enoughThat stuff, that stuff Made a filmI made it through the windowWho's that star I cast?All wrapped up in her winter wardrobeShe hurries by so fast And maybe I'm in loveLove love, love loveAnd maybe that's enoughThat stuff, that stuff On summer days when the sun shinesI watch the tapeAnd through the snow, through the windowI watch her wave to me Who's that girl?She must be nearly freezing

In the board room the quiet man takes aSecond to think what to doHe's out of his seat and he's starting to speakAnd he hears his own voiceFor years and years he's done nothing but bow down and put up with all their demandsShe sits like a viper and offers the clockWithout giving a damnHe takes it "Honour forbids me but honour be damnedYou have whined till you got what you wantI did the work and when things were going badlyYou left us to rot" He locked the door or the boardroomAnd turned like the scene from the old country songTowering over the table he's lostHe is drunk with it all "You onlyCame back to us when we'd turned it aroundWhen we'd rescued your arse from the fireYour contribution to all that we did was to sayit was dire" "Night after day after night I've been workingDespite of you fucking us allNow I'm going to die I don't care if you cryJust please leave me aloneAnd spare your tears from yourselfWe've had those till we're sickYou should leave while you still have the chance" The others were shocked at this shameless disgraceAt the end of an honoured careerHe paused in the silence to pull down his tieAnd observe the melee

I love my carI'll admit today I've gone too farTo enamour myself of my little motor car I love my dogI love my pussy cat, I love the ratThat lives under the floor and makes his bed from novelettes I wish I could say the same for youThe day will come soon when I look in your eyes butI won't see you I've got a head like a soaking spongeI've got a tongue like a little slugI won't be bugged by trivia I love my CarlI love my Brian my Dennis and my AlI could even find it in my heart to love Mike Love I wish I could say the same for youThe day will come soon when I look in your eyes toSee you smiling I wish I could say the same for youThe day will come soon when I look in your eyes butI won't see you

There's misery in all I hear and seeFrom the people on TVAfter their tea when life begins againThey'll be happier than meThere are a thousand meals being made on SaturdayFrom the view I saw todayI took a bet inside the launderetteWith a girl from Wallasey She spoke in dialect I could not understandBut one thing she made clearThere was no coming on to herThere was no way There's misery in all I hear and seeFrom the people on TVAfter their tea when life begins againThey'll be happier than meThere are a thousand meals being made on SaturdayFrom the view I saw todayI took a bet inside the launderetteWith a girl from Wallasey She spoke in dialect I could not understandBut one thing she made clearThere was no coming on to herThere was no wayThat she could respectIf it couldn't seeThat the girl just wants to beLeft alone with Marx and Engels for a whileShe's writing in the styleOf any riot girl "The bourgeoisie, historically, has played a revolutionary part to all feudal, idyllic relationships.It has resolved personal worth and in place of freedom is exploitation for profit alone.There is a spectre of the past in my bold assertion.We could learn much from the past."

She called me up todayMeet me down at the old caféI jumped into the showerI was getting my marching orders We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine? She'd never stand for any liesShe's got an Out Tray full of guysI could sense a breath, a whole new feelingNow she says she wants to call a meeting We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine? I'm a slave to workI'm only living when I walk amongst the office staffAnd catch up with the office wagI'll be in bed by nineMy curtains drawnMy thoughts composedI get to work on time She gave me some dictationBut my strength is in administrationI took down all she saidI even took down her little red dress We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobI'm pushing for a raiseI've been pushing now for days My output is in declineI was burned out after ThatcherMy banner I laid down with a sighNow I doubt if I'll ever catch her I've got to change my waysDress for business every dayA sharp suit and a kipper tieA big arrow pointing to my fly We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine?

Dear Catastrophe WaitressDear Catastrophe WaitressI'm sorry if you seem to have the weight of the world over youI cherish your smileThere's a word of peace on you lipsSay it, and with tenderness I'll cherish youI'll cherish you Dear Catastrophe GirlfriendDear Catastrophe GirlfriendI'm sorry if he hit you with a full can of CokeIt's no jokeYour face is bleedingYou'll soon be leaving this town to the clowns who worship No one but themselvesNo one but themselves I hate feeling this wayI hate feeling this wayI know that you hate it tooNow that your coffee's growing coldAll of the customers look so oldHoney, if I could be so bold Dear Catastrophe WaitressDear Catastrophe WaitressI'm sorry if the kids hold you in cool disregardI know it's hardStick to what you knowYou'll blow them all to the wallWhen they realise what you've been working forWhat ou've been working forWou've been working for

I wrote a letter on a nothing dayI asked somebody, "Could you send my letter away?""You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope" I said goodbye to someone that I loveIt's not just me, I tell you it's the both of usAnd it was hardLike coming off the pill that you take to stay happy Someone above has seen me do all rightSomeone above is looking with a tender eyeUpon your faceYou may think you're alone, but you may think again If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me And far away, somebody read the letterHe condescends to read the words I wrote about himAnd if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deservesFor all your curious nerve and your passion I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholyThings fall apart, I don't know why we bother at allBut life is good, and it's always worth living at least for a while If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me If you think to yourself, "What should I do now?"Then take a baton, girl, you better run with it'Cause here is no point in standing in the past 'cause it's over and done I took a book and went into the forestI climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on youBut all I saw was 20 miles of wilderness so I went home If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me If she wants me, yeahIf she wants me, yeahIf she wants me, yeah

When the half light makes for a clearer view Sleep a little more if you want to But restlessness has siezed me now, it's true I could watch the dreams flicker in your eyes Lying here asleep on a sunbeam I wonder if you realize you fascinate me so Think about a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a pin I will follow every direction Just lace up your shoes while I'm fetching a sleeping bag, a tent... Another summer's passing by All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands My joy will be complete I thought about a new destination I'm never short of new inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a gin Made my plans to conquer the country I'm waiting for you to get out of your situation With your job and with your life All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand A fire, I can warm my hands My joy will be complete

I'm glad to see youI had a funny dream and you were wearing funny shoesYou were going to a danceYou were dressed like a punk, but you were too young to remember I'm glad to see youI'm outside the house and not thinking right todayI've got no energyI'm glad that you are waiting with meTell me all about your day Breaking off is miseryI see a wilderness for you and mePunctuated by philosophyI'm wondering how things could've been I'm happy for youYou've made it hard for meI counted on your companyYou are staying with your friends tonightI'm feeling sorry for myselfI keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for youBut now I know this hurt is poisonToo sharp to be bledI'm sitting on my empty bedI'm on my empty bedAt night the fever grows it's pounding, pounding I'd rather be in TokyoI'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-ohAnd watch the Sunday gang in HarajukuThere's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo Scary moment, lovin' every momentI was high from playing showsWe lost a singer to her clothesMy trouble raised its ugly headI was revealedAnd I was home in bedI was a kid again Jesus told me go after every coin like it was the last in the worldAnd protect the wayward childBut I'm a little lost sheepI need my Bo PeepYou know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is miseryI see a wilderness for you and mePunctuated by philosophyI'm wondering how things could've been I'd like to see youBut, really, I should stay awayAnd let you settle down (Let you settle down)I've got no claims to your crown (Let you settle down)I was the boss of you and I loved youYou know I loved youIt's all over now And I was there for youWhen you were lonelyI was there when you were bad (There when you were bad)I was there when you were sad (There when you were sad)Now it's my time of needI'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in TokyoI'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-ohAnd watch the Sunday gang in HarajukuThere's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo

Since you went away, everything is looking greatI'm a little boredWhen I see you out, maybe walking in the streetYou always cross the road Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise meListen honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me anymoreYou don't send me anymore Our little scene is getting smaller by the dayIt's a human zooBut they key is change, getting over all your problemsYou're not a fool Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise meListen honey, there is nothing you can say to offend meYou don't send me Every sound is tame, every group the bleedin' sameIt would make you madWhat happened to the sounds that left you lying on the floorLaughing, crying, jumping, singing Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to astound meListen honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me anymoreYou don't send me anymore