It's been a bloody stupid dayMy baby called me up to sayDon't call me love, don't call meIt's not all she said I truly love but I knowI'm bad for her, I'm bad and soAt least she may forgive me for my honesty My friend came back from being abroadHe was rich and I was overawedHis ship came inI'm standing on the harbour wall Another friend, the one I loveTurns to me"Have you seen enough?""Let's hang aboutThere's nothing like a sunset" It's been a bloody stupid dayDon't leave the light on babyMy baby called me up to sayDon't leave the light on babyI'll see you sometime maybeDon't leave the light on babyIt finally dawned on me tonightBest to go down without a fightI know you will forgive me for my honesty

I went looking for my darling, I went looking for a signand I found her in the morning, somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be, I need a true loveI went looking and I found one The wrong girlThe wrong kindThe wrong hand to be holdingThe wrong eyes to go searching behindThe wrong dream to have on my mind

He raped me in the chalet linesThe girl I shared with was away for the nightI couldn't get up for my shift todayI'll have to leave the camp now anywayI'll go to London there's a mate of mine I knowShe'll give me a placeFull of woe and further to go He raped me in the chalet linesI had just said no for the final timeAlthough it's last month it's like yesterdayI missed my time, I don't think I could standTo take the test, I'm feeling sickFuck this, I've felt like this for a weekI'd put a knife right into his eyesMy friend can't seeShe asks me why I don'tTell the lawOh what's the fucking point at all? He raped me in the chalet linesIt was a party, it was going fineWith the boys from the amusement parkA few were idiots, they were a really good laughThey had the shows on 'till way after darkI hope she'll give me a placeFull of woe and further to goShe caught the bus"Oh I'll go anywhere"She caught the busHer face was just a smear on the pane

Nice day for a sulkThe girl smells of milkHer horsey teeth explode around usAnd we run for cover she found usIn the cheapo bar with a bag of chips Nice day for a moodThe forecast is goodThe kids are melting in the doorwayKeep the gang togetherThere's no way will you ever be misunderstood by me Nice day for a jamThe Fall, Manfred MannDance party, summer lasts foreverWhen the band's together and BobbyDrank too much and fell in the Clyde

I don't care whether you hear thisI don't care if I'm alone here singing songs to myselfThere's nobody else around, aroundMeet you up at the Indian part of the townThe town's shut down, the people left with their bagsTheir kids so there's not a sound a sound But I must get from there to hereThere's a small voice crying on the other side of the river from hereIt's too late to phone her nowWhat went wrong, your grades were goodIt would take a left wing Robin Hood to pay for schoolYour dad's a boozer and you keep him alive Just a minute close your eyesIf we settle for this compromise I'll stay with youThe river looks so good tonightI don't know what's with your friendShe met a boy and at the summer's endShe said she'd had enough of playing games I don't care cause I'm by myselfAll the dancers left but I can't danceSo I will stay and clean the mess they left behindBut I dream as I set to scrub all the floors, the wallsI'm thinking of a song or two, a boy a girl and a rendezvous Are you coming or are you not?There is nothing that would sort you outThere's nothing I could say or doYou're going to crash, I'll set the bails in front of youAre you coming or are you not?There is nothing that would sort you outAn interesting way of lifeDeny yourself the benefits of being alive You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a stationWith a torch and a Woman's Realm to keep you warmTo keep you companyYou slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a stationWith a torch and a Woman's Realm to keep you company tonight

I've been feeling downI've been looking round the townFor somebody just like meBut the only ones I seeAre the dummies in the windowThey spend their money on clothesIt saddens me to thinkThat the only ones I see are mannequinsLooking stupid, being used and being thinAnd I don't know why I hang around with them The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confusedThe way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confusedThan be me in a cageWith a bottle of rageAnd a family like the mafia I've been feeling blueAnd I don't know what to doAnd I never get a thrillAnd they threw me out of school'Cause I swore at all the teachersBecause they never teach usA thing I want to knowWe do Chemistry, Biology and MathsI want Poetry and Music and some laughsAnd I don't think it's an awful lot to ask So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me goSo won't you please get up off your knees, and let me goCause I'm here in a cageWith a bottle of rageAnd a family like the mafia If my family tree goes back to the RomansThen I will change my name to JonesIf my family tree goes back to NapoleanThen I will change my name to SmithIf my family tree goes back to the RomansThen I will change my name to JonesIf you're looking at me to be an accountantThen you will look but you will never seeIf you're looking at me to start having babiesThen you can wish because I'm not here to fool aroundYou can wish because I'm not here to fool aroundYou can wish because I'm not here to fool around

I could hang about and burn my fingersI've been hanging out here waiting for something to startYou think I'm faultless to a 't'My manner set impeccablyBut underneath I am the same as you I could dance all night like I'm a soul boyBut I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floorI feel like dancing on my ownWhere no one knows me, and where ICan cause offence just by the way I look And when I come to blowsWhen I am numbering my foesJust hope that you are on my side my dear But it's best to finish as it startedWith my face head down just staring at the brown formicaIt's safer not to look aroundI can't hide my feelings from you nowThere's too much love to go around these days You say I've got another faceThat's not a fault of mine these daysI'm brutal, honest and afraid of you It's safer not to look aroundI can't hide my feelings from you nowThere's too much love to go around these days You say I've got another faceThat's not a fault of mine these daysI'm brutal, honest and afraid of you

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