Instrumental
Out in the courtyard, cold & it's so hard Now Betty's crying, she wants to die Coz it's over, die, but she... Knows that her grieving, it's not achieving
I was feeling blue, she made me feel guilty When I took that trip to Deutscheland, Germany She said I am a man, keep out of the Reeperbahn, mind you
Brighten up you home, it said in the advert All your decorating done by an expert How the hell was I to know he's such a dirty sod I wanted subtle shades
Too much nosh & too much booze He spent all night in the bog with the blues An aching head, intoxicated He didn't even know he was constipated He forced
I don't need a doctor, I don't need a drugstore I don't need an injection, I need to put the telly on. Got me in a cold sweat, I don't need no cigarette
Nobby was a soldier, a life in the Army Margarets back home alone waiting suspiciously She can't hide the misery, the upset & despair When she found
I couldn't wait for my blind date, I did not sleep that night Could I catch th perfect match, would she be Mrs Right!? A quiet lass so middle class,
Rant n' rave, don't give a toss, show the snobs next who's boss Turn the volume to size ten, they 'll never speak to you again Sod the Sod the Sod the
Terry is a recluse, he's a misfit Terry never goes out, he's a hermit A lonely lonely dude Terry won't answer the phone or the door & we don't see Terry
Jimmy lives his life for charity Jimmy's got no wife just an O.B.E. Everybody depends on Jimmy Jimmy's getting a little cheesed off Jimmy reckons they
