I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose
I'm in a overcoarted way
A poet in a garret
You
know some people say
Standing at the barline with my lip on
the curl
I'm with the other lean and lear
My
finger on the pulse
And my hand around a beer
(Chorus)
Ah, Ahh, well I don't wanna know
what's going round here
Ah, Ahh, it's just a
matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, Ahh, I've got
to get away, to get away, to get away
The singer in
the band, he sweat on a pose
And he's really such a
jerk
Thinks he can call me stupid
Because he gets a
lot of work
I'm standing in the background, got my
arms on the fold
And every dog's gonna have it's
day
The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A.
(Chorus)
Well, I've been reading those
biographies in paperback
I've got a death-wish that I
can't expalin
I've been working on the
petulance
And the urchin took my name
(Chorus)
I'm in a overcoarted way
A poet in a garret
You
know some people say
Standing at the barline with my lip on
the curl
I'm with the other lean and lear
My
finger on the pulse
And my hand around a beer
(Chorus)
Ah, Ahh, well I don't wanna know
what's going round here
Ah, Ahh, it's just a
matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, Ahh, I've got
to get away, to get away, to get away
The singer in
the band, he sweat on a pose
And he's really such a
jerk
Thinks he can call me stupid
Because he gets a
lot of work
I'm standing in the background, got my
arms on the fold
And every dog's gonna have it's
day
The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A.
(Chorus)
Well, I've been reading those
biographies in paperback
I've got a death-wish that I
can't expalin
I've been working on the
petulance
And the urchin took my name
(Chorus)