There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning Away in the distance there's a
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just
Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero Just someone his mother might know Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas
I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe In the corner, in the corner While the others climb reaching dizzy heights The world
When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the road Me I'm young and I'm so wild And I
Snow, cement and ivory young towers Someone called us Babylon Those hungry hunters Tracking down the hours But where were all your shoulders when we
Wise men say It looks like rain today It crackled on the speakers And trickled down the sleepy subway trains For heavy eyes could hardly hold us Aching
Is there anything left Maybe steak and eggs Waking up to washing up Making up your bed Lazy days my razor blade Could use a better edge It's enough
Captain fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero Just someone his mother might know Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas both
I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe In the corner, in the corner While the others climb, reaching dizzy heights The world
There was a face on a hoarding That someone had drawn on And just enough time for the night To pass by without warning Away in the distance there's a
When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights Curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna Lord you really should have been there Sitting
I used to know this old scarecrow He was my song, my joy and sorrow Cast alone between the furrows Of a field no longer sown by anyone I held a dandelion
I'm going on the circuit, doing all the clubs And I really need a song, boys, to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just like
Wise men say "It looks like rain today" It crackled on the speakers And trickled down the sleepy subway trains For heavy eyes could hardly hold us Aching
Is there anything left Maybe steak and eggs Waking up to washing up Making up your bed Lazy days, my razor blade Could use a better edge It's enough
