KEVIN COYNE LYRICS - ALBUM: Knocking on your Brain - 1996

Wonderland (Gary Lucas/Kevin Coyne)

I'm lost and alone, objectionable and stoned, I'm looking for my mother, looking for my mother

My dear wife has gone, never coming home, she says's she's had enough, enough is enough

I'm going to Wonderland, hold Alice by the hand, and look up her skirt, look up her skirt, what do I see? Paradise for me

Looking down below, there's nowhere I can go, I just see hell with all its fire

I wonder wonder why I can't cry, I've got no tears, no tears left, nothing left

I'm going to wonderland, hold Alice by the hand, and look up her skirt, I can see Paradise there, it's the sort of place a boy like me should be

Oh, Wonderland, Alice hold my hand, dear Wonderland, Alice hold my hand, I love Wonderland, Alice hold my hand, Wonder Wonderland, Wonderland, it's magic up there

All the neighbours say his brain has flown away, it's gone through the window, gone through the window

I'm searching on the street for that precious piece of meat, I just can't find it, I just can't find it, I can't find it

I'm going to Wonderland, hold Alice by the hand, gonna look up her skirt, what do I see? Mystery, precious precious mystery, just me, oh, exctasy

Alice is waiting (x5) for me


Wasted Lives (Wily Wagner/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

(Wasted lives, all those wasted lives, throw them away) (repeat)

Angel head, little bed, pink clouds, little white hands, walking down a leafy lane, no one understands

Wondering why all those people, they just turn away, waiting for the perfect chimes for a happy day

I don't know, don't understand, why the world's this way, all I know, time goes by, some of us we stray

Little nurse standing by, holding of his hand, how the hell can he tell them that he's a man

Baby boy, baby boy, in a cloud of tears, nothing comes, nothing leaves, angels in his ears

Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la la la (x4)

And then they tell you that they love you (x2)


Monkey with your Funky (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Sugar plum duchess, well, she lives across the road with a big red mouth and teeth t hat glint, they glint and glow

She's winking at me late Saturday night, h er boy friend's lurking somewhere behind and he's looking for a fight, looking for a fight

I want to monkey with your funky, monkey funky, monkey with your funky, f unky all day long, all day long

Way down on the avenue where the oak trees sway p erambulator's perambulating, rolling on their way

Lines of married women, doing nothing much at all. Is that really your future? Can't you hear me when I call?

I want to monkey with your funky, monkey funky, monkey with your funky, f unky all day long

I want to monkey with your funky, funky funky, monkey with your funky, f unky all day long

Well you're staring at your future a nd now you're married, you should have stayed with me baby b ut now you're harried

You've got to cook, cook, cook, sow, sow, sow, clean and wash all his filthy clothes

Nowhere to go, nowhere to go, you should have stayed with me and...

Monkey funky funky, funky funky, monkey funky funky, funky all day long, all day long and nighttime too, all day long

You never listened to my advice, now I can see you walking to the supermarket almost everyday

You made a big mistake, you could have lived the high life with me baby, but it's too late, far too late


Day and Night (Tom Liwa/Kevin Coyne)

Everytime I look into your face, a little shadow seeps through

But most of the time I can see that loving glow and that light and that glow is the real you

Chorus: Day and night (x3)

I want to see the real you day and night, day and night

I wear a mask in the morning, sometimes l'm very very very very down

But then you smile and in a little while l'm dancing with fire, desire and love for you, love for you

Chorus (x2)

Fire and love, all for you, take my heart, my soul, it's all for you, day and night

Chorus

There's all of this love, it never goes away, I believe it'll last a lifetime (x2)

Chorus (x4)


Fatty Boy (Tom Liwa/Kevin Coyne)

I was down at the Marquee Club, spilling my beer over everybody's toes a nd after that where I went? Who the hell knows

Sometimes the doors in life just close and close and close and close, they said

Chorus: Fatty fatty fat boy, why don't you go home, why don't you? (x2)

I was down at Battersea Rise, l'd got stars a twinkling all betore my eyes

I was stumbling, bumbling, drunk on Denmark Hill, staring at the dizzy trees there, gave my little heart a thrill, I thought...

Chorus

I was stumbling again in Wandsworth Road, I can't remember wether I was wearing all my clothes

Then I found myself once again, staggering down Tottenham Court Road, some friends there said 'Go home, oh Kevin, go home, you're pissed!'

Chorus

Why don't you? (ad lib) go home (ad lib)

Why don't you?


Nuts (Tom Liwa/Kevin Coyne)

I can walk on the water, I can walk on the sea, I can walk on the big deep ocean, no problem for me

I can walk on the clouds, high on a fluffy blue, I can twinkle on your raindrops, there's nothing I can't do

M aybe you should say, maybe you should, maybe you should say: T his guy is nuts

I can talk to your telephone, leave a message for you, maybe iust a little dirty but it's always the truth

I can prance on your rooftops, look down your chimneys tall, watching you make love at night and that's not all

M aybe you should say, maybe you should, maybe you should say: T his guy is nuts

I can talk to the fish, I can whistle to the birds, I can talk their language, it's really not absurd

I can walk on the water, I can walk on the sea, l can walk on the deep blue ocean, no problem for me

Maybe you should say, maybe you should, maybe you should say: This guy is nuts


Mr. Pinko (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Sitting on the platform, wearing your pink rosette

Your teeth are twinkling, shining, hair as black as jet

Your little wife she's perfect, standing by your side

Taking a nation, a nation for a ride, for a ride

Chorus: Mr. Pinko, compromise, Mr. Pinko. Mr. Pinko, compromise

Your perfect house has a perfect garden too

Children's bedrooms painted a pastel blue

They sit at breakfast smiling, smiling all the time

They've been indoctrinated, you've changed their minds

Chorus

What is the future? Where can we go?

There seems to be nothing, nothing, nothing

But idle times, idle minds, wandering from town to town

A great desert with weeds, a great desert, a great desert

Chorus (x2)

I see a garden where nothing grows, a wasted landscape, an empty river, a few scattered people like mice in the sun

A few scattered people running like mice in the sun, there's no fire, no fire, nothing burns, no fire, no desire, nothing burns, we're like mice in the sun (x2)


Out on the Park (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Sitting on a bench Sunday afternoon, watching the people go by, skipping and a hopping

Some of them smile, some of them frown, some sneer, try to put you down, it's always the same on a Sunday out on the park

I don't know and I'm not sure, is that man over there going to steal my money, it's not so funny no

Chorus: Out on the park (x2) just a little dark

Sitting over there with her head in her hands, red haired woman who's sure the world dosn't understand

Foolish child with a wooden leg, little fat dog, it sits up and begs

Giggling babies in pushchairs, clutching balloons

Chorus

Hop, skip and jump, get myself home, running past the flowers, heart of stone

I've lost all my feeling, lost all of my joy, the big city's grinding me down (x2)

Chorus

Just a little dark

Can you see me, can you hear me, do you know I'm here? We're all so invisible, I whisper in your ear

A little conversation, a little love, little light, livens up the darkest night, city crazy but I don't care, I'll get through somewhere, anywhere

Get through to you, I'll find a love that's true, get through to you, I'll find a love that's true

Out on the park (x2)


Teenage Queen (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Only yesterday, I saw you, standing in your dress of blue, very very young, supermarket strong, I said I love you

You just turned away and laughed and gave a little cough, said 'Maybe one day very soon, I can be your princess in my smart little dress and you can be my big baboon'

I'll be your Billy the Kid, you can be my Tiger Queen, we can jog and dance around all day

Go down to McDonald's, maybe the Burger King, we can bite bite bite the night away

Down in the Dungeon Club, that is the hub of life and spirit round here

We can dance down there, do the boogaloogaloogaloogaloo, that's the place for young lovers

Chorus: You're my teen teen teen teenage Queen (three times), kinky teenage Queen

I'll do anything for you, I'll love you good and true, give you all my money and everything

Birds of a feather, we will stick together, ting a ling, ting a ling, ting a ling, ting a ling

Hear my love fall, hear me when I call, see me when I crawl on your floor

You're towering and you're strong but I can't last for long, I'm your power man, I'm your power man

Chorus - Solo - Chorus

Have you got the message? It schould be clear, telephone me, please ring, my dear

I'll give you everything I've got and what I've got is hot, a little faded but very strong

Now you don't have to worry about little things like money, my pension's good and sure, it's in the bank

Ah, we can laugh together, go jogging in any weather, we can both wear pink suits

Do you like swimming? Do you like Oasis? Do you like rock'n'roll? Do you remember the Beatles? You don't remember the Beatles. Ah you're just a little young for that, just a little young for that, just a little young for that, you're just a little young for that


Happy (Kevin Coyne)

Squinting at the lily white walls, never answering telephone calls, staring from a window at ponds and lakes and long green grass

Watching wild aeroplanes, watching their vapour trails, wondering why they squirm and turn like they do, like butterflies

Chorus: But you're happy, happy, happy

Yes, you're happy, happy, happy

Truly happy, happy, happy in a special way.

Wandering down the winding road, in your knapsack a heavy load, lots of books and pamphlets that you've never read and will never read

Talking to the neighbours loud, they're quite an unruly crowd, they smash up your garden, smash your bottles of wine, bottles of beer

Chorus

Sometimes you pretend you're dead, lie for hours in your big blue bed, stare at the ceiling, sing hymns and songs of yesterday

Then a voice from above it calls, it says it's your mother and she's worried and all and why you don't wash the dishes, come down the stairs, run down the stairs

But you're happy, happy, happy

Truly happy, happy, happy

Yes, you're happy, happy, happy in a special way

Yes you're happy, happy, happy

Truly happy, happy, happy

Yes, you're happy, happy, happy in a special way

Yes you're happy, happy, happy

Truly happy, happy, happy

Yes, you're happy, happy, happy in a special way

In a special way


Give me sone of That (Wily Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Fleshly and wasted, drinking my own perfume, I sit in a room staring at anything and anybody who passes by, never asking, wondering why but my head sometimes rings with solitary things and bells go kling kling kling and I wonder why they happen, I wonder why it occurs and I realise that I've been burnt like a slave from a life, from a life up above like, a slave from a life, from a life up above and I must apologise for the look in my eyes, it's a disturbing thing, you say as I sit at the breakfast and sway from side to side, chewing at the cornflakes, making a noise, giggling and laughing at the girls and boys, I'm dressed like a spaceman looking at nothing, the glass hat I wear is the fish bowl and the fish is still in the bowl swimming before my nose then I close my mouth to escape the possibilities of the fish swimming between my lips and down my throat oh it would gloat as it swam in my stomach and eventually descended from my arse, speaking of my arse, let's not speak of my arse, speaking of my arse, let's please not speak of my arse

Chorus: Won't you give me some of that , g ive me some of that (x7).

I just might stumble, I just might crumble like an apple crumble dancing in a thimble, I dance in a dream, a scheme, I think I'll go to France, to Paris, France where they all dance on the Eiffel Tower, swinging bowers, go down the Seine and it's very plain what they mean when they stare at you clutching their glasses of wine, when they stare at you, clutching their glasses of wine, when they stare at your, clutching their glasses of wine, when they stare at you, they eat horses, they always eat horses, they call it Chevaux when they go and eat horses, I'm rather frightened of foreign places, all those strange twisted contorted faces, don't want to go to Hong Kong and sing a song in Hong Kong, I'm afraid to try to escape but I dream and I dream and I dream and my scheme is the stream, I take what I want, I take what I want

G ive me some of that (x8)

Now we can go to London town to Park Lane, Hyde Park and round and round, we can go in a Rolls Royce, a Bentley too, maybe an Aston Martin if we have the juice, our heads will swing from side to side, listening to the groove as we ride, endless radio stations playing, not much to say, nobody saying how they realy feel, if this is a deal, how they really feel, there is no spiel, how do you feel, nothing to say, it's a dog dog sad lonely day, looking in the windows and looking in the cars, I can see people their eyes full of stars, computers buzzing buzzing buzzing and everyone's living, everyone's loving and losing, they're especialy good at losing, they're especialy good at losing

G ive me some of that (x8)

I want it, I need it, I'll get it, I want it (x4)


English Rose (Gary Lucas/Kevin Coyne)

Wasted winter under lamplights, I'm waiting for your train

No-one's coming, empty carriage, when will you be back again?

You've drifted away, you wandered away (x2)

Heart beleagured, full of sadness, will it always be this way?

Chorus: You were my English rose, the apple of my eye (x2)

Where's the sweetness? Where's the lightness? (x2)

Gilded angel, wandering lonely, through the great big city streets

Staring far away, staring far away, nobody's eyes you meet

You wandered far away, you drifted far away (x2)

I love you, you must know, I'd do anything for you

Chorus (x4)

Where's the sweetness? Where's the lightness? (x4)

Only a vision like you could break this heart in two, lead him astray, make him lose the days and long for peace


Our Little Love Song (Tom Liwa/Kevin Coyne)

I've been away but I'm coming home, want to see your gorgeous smile

I'm a little late but I'll be there, be there in a while

The taxi's speeding, taking me to you, down that old dream highway

You're the light that I'm guided to, heaven's on its way

I don't mind what they say, I don't mind, they'll say it anyway

I don't mind, don't mind at all, all I know is you'll hear me when I call

I've been walking round my room, in that hotel in some strange land

Picturing you in my magic mind, holding your hand

We did a dance in a dream one night, the doors of heaven open wide

All the love, the love came out, that was burning deep inside

I don't mind what they say I don't mind they'll talk anyway, I don't mind, don't mind at all, all I know is you'll hear me when I call

I don't mind, don't mind at all, don't mind at all, don't mind at all, I don't mind, I don't mind, don't mind at all, all I know is you'll hear me when I call


Aching Heart (Wily Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Aching heart, why do you ache so much? (x4)

It's a mystery to me (x4)

Aching heart, why do you ache so much? (x4)

It's a mystery to me (x4)

The rhapsody of life, it seems to draw away from my ever steady gaze, I can't see, I can't feel anything at all, I seem to be faced by a great brick wall, down below the sadness reigns, I can feel the pain it strikes again, she's gone away, never never to return, my heart it, my heart, my heart it burns

Aching heart, why do you ache so much? (x4)

It's a mystery to me (x4)

My life is just a bundle of words, everything I touch it seems to be absurd, I can't even scream, I can't even sigh since the day she said, she said goodbye but I wonder and I'll wonder all my life if I'd been a perfect man would she have been a perfect wife, it's a mystery to me and I just can't see, I can't understand, this broken heart, this broken heart, this broken heart, this broken heart, this broken heart

Pourquoi Madame, pourquoi Monsieur, why this living hell? Pourquoi Madame, pourquoi Monsieur, ah, ah I can't speak French

It's a mystery to me (x4)

Aching heart, why do you ache so much? (ad lib)


Kevin's Happy Home (Kevin Coyne)

Well the sun shines down on our happy happy home

Well the sun shines down on our happy home

The postman comes everyday, delivers letters, hear what he says, he kisses you on both cheeks, he could kiss you for weeks and weeks, I don't mind, he can kiss you all day, it's so good down here, I'm so happy here in my happy home

In my happy home

Well the moon shines down on our happy happy home

Well the moon shines down on our happy home

We go to bed early at night, drink our cocoa and put out the light, we feel happy in our little snug bed, I've got no problems in my head, no problems in my head, I'm asleep in my bed, you turn away but I don't mind, turn away but I don't mind in our happy home, in our happy home

In our happy home, in our happy home

God looks down our happy home, the true God looks down our happy home

In the garage, there's a fancy car (x2), Mercedes Benz, BMW,

I 'm happy, how about you? (x8)

In our happy home (x5)


Peachtree Avenue (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Spoken: Surely must be a way to deal with a guy like this, you can never see him get on with anybody, he just walks about, walks about the town and does strange things, goes from shop to shop, looking at the clothes, buying clothes sometimes, sometimes stealing clothes and then the police catch him and they take and they put him in the box for a while and then they take him out of the box and in the box and out the box, it's a very strange way of going on, at the same time, I wouldn't apologize for his behaviour, he's rather individual in his odd way, he is... he used to be a nice guy, he's not sophisticated as he used to be, at the same time, I wonder and I wish, he could change you know because after all life is more than just sadness and gloom and all the rest of it. He's a ?? sort of man, emotionally I would say. When he was younger he used to have quite a good life, lots of girls, little ones, fat ones, big ones, tall ones, brown ones, thin ones, green ones even, very strange; he used to live a very odd life and at the moment, well he's almost passed his breath, in fact, he is passed his breath and I can't see anything happening, he's really got to change the siutation. As for myself, I'm... I'm a little concerned about myself, I mean he used to be my friend and now he doesn't ring anymore, doesn't telephone, and at the same time I feel pity towards him, you know he used to be my girlfriend's boy friend, this was what... ten years ago, but he's faded slightly, they call it schizophrenia or something like that, I've no idea really, I've no idea how he got this way really, family maybe? Genetic? They say it's genetic, some people say it's genetic but as I could see it, it's more to do than just a state of mind, a term, a chemical, a chemical part, a fraction of, a fraction of, the little concerns, the little, the little smidges of life that live within his brain you know, oh, it's a strange way, suburban ?? really. I saw him in the newspaper shop the other day, he was buying four magazines, strange things, all about motorcycles and muscle-men, motorcycles and muscle-men, motorcycles and muscle-men, he likes that kind of thing, it's very strange, I would say he's perverse in some way, but he never comes out of his room, he never goes anywhere, he never talks to anybody, comes out, hangs out his washing about once every three days and he washes his socks, his underpants, that's all you ever see, and the woman from the house next door says, well, he screams at night, well I never thought that this is a particulary bad thing, he must be having nightmares, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, getting rid of it all, getting rid of all this shit inside, all the pain and bitterness and all the failure, all the usual things that happen to people, as his age you know, he's almost 39, it's about time he changed his ways, at 39 he should be, least find a wife or a partner for life but this is not the way it goes, not the way it goes, not any changes, he's a failure, everything's a failure, this is a favorite word of his: failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, never speaks, never speaks, only word he can say is failure, failure, failure, failure, failure. Well, I should imagine next time, I see him on the bus stop, I'm going to say 'Pull yourself together, pull yourself together, it's about time you mended your ways, you've become far too strange for this area, people are starting to talk, in fact they've been talking about, they talk about it all the time, ?? over in the bushes they're whispering, having strange sort of conversations, talking behind your back, whispering everytime you walk into the room, it was so strange when I saw you yesterday, there was a man behind you ?? you didn't seem to hear him and this woman, this woman next door she tells everybody, everybody in the neighborhood that you're mad and it's very sad to cope with this kind of thing, aren't you aware? Aren't you aware? Aren't you aware? Aren't you aware? Aren't you aware what people do? Aren't you aware what people do? Aren't you aware what people do? The things they do to you, only you? Aren't you aware what people do? Aren't you aware? It's very strange, very sad, very... well, I guess you put it on yourself, you used to like football and cricket and hockey all these strange games but no, now you're not interested in anything, ?? in school, I remember you winning the high jump in 1957, what happened? Oh, was it 1967? Sorry, it's sometime ago, I forget, long time ago, I get confused myself you know, maybe it was 1970-71 you won the high jump, could be, any way you want it, I can remember the applause and then the parents gathering round, rosy cheek children, all the ??, all the cheering, applauding you as you leaped over the high bar and danced and danced in the sand, ?? I mean neither way, ?? I don't think you should live like this way, I think you should change your ways, it's rather strange, it's rather sad'

I hear nothing coming from your room, used to hear the CD playing most afternoons, all those favourites from 1968, but now you don't open up, don't open up, you say it's far too late, and I wonder when I'lI see you again, see you as I used to see you walking by, a truly contented man

There's nowhere, nowhere, nowhere to go, if you think like this, your life is closed on Peachtree avenue, number 22, Peachtree avenue, your home, number 22

I keep ringing just hoping you'll return my call but you don't, never will, the curtains are closed and I heard you, heard you whisper through the wall, you'll never talk to me again if you see me, I'm silent now, silent now

That's what they do, that's what they do, there's no place to go, that's what they say, that's what they say, when they get this way, on Peachtree avenue, number 22, that's where you live, Peachtree avenue, number 22, that's where you live

You can hear them gossiping, whispering through the curtains, you can hear them talking but you're not certain, you can hear them whispering over garden walls, you are heading for a fall, pick up yourself before it's too late, take a brush, paint the garden gate, I think, I guess, I think, I guess, you've had enough

There's nothing you can do, you're finished and it's true (x2)

On Peachtree avenue, number 22 (x2)

Number 22

Then again, still a little hope


Weirdo (Tom Liwa/Kevin Coyne)

Gold and silver lights shining oh so bright in the corner of his room

Big wild birds on top of his house, strange creatures in the garden

Talking to himself for days and hours, he can't relax, he's got to move around

He's got to move around, pacing up and down, he's got to move around, he's a weirdo

He's got no friends, he says he doesn't need any, he doesn't need no one to care

But I believe he's a lonely man, would like a friendly arm to surround him

Craves and lusts for some warmth but love and warmth have never found him

He keeps on walking around, he keeps on pacing around, he can't stop walking around, he's a weirdo

I wonder if you remember him? H e was your happy friend at school

The one that was just a little eccentric, the one they laughed at at the back of the class, called him a fool

He keeps on walking around, keeps on pacing around, keeps on walking around, he's a weirdo

He's a weirdo, they call him a weirdo, a lonely weirdo


Schoolboy (Wily Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

Teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me to love you (x6)

I'm reaching out (x10)

Teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me, teach me to love you (x4)

I'm reaching out (x13)

I'm a little schoolboy, looking for some love love (x7)

I'm a little schoolboy


Knocking on your Brain (Kevin Coyne)

You've read about me in books, wandering down your lanes, sometimes grinning, sometimes in pain, wearing funny suits, strange pointed hats, laughing at your dog, frightening your cat

Chorus: Knocking on your brain (x4)

I'm full of passion, I shout at the moon, I'm like a flower, almost in bloom, I talk like a razor, I spit blood, I'm out in your countryside, churning up your mud

Chorus

I'll take all your money, I'll buy all your house, I'll steal your wife, I'll take your uncle too, I'll take your grandpa, steal your mother, I want all your family jewels

Chorus (ad lib)


Why? (Wily Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

With your blue rinsed hairdo, poodle on your lap, talking through your gold teeth, talking lots of crap

Chorus: Why, why, why, must you feel this way? Why, why, why, why must you feel this way?

Your husband's in the forest, wandering round and round, looking for a hole, digging underground

Chorus

You're wandering through the village, naked and profound, all the neighbours laughing, giggling, making sounds

Chorus

The ambulance is coming, the man's wearing his hat, beaming from the cabin, red and fat

Chorus

With your blue rinsed hairdo, poodle on your lap, talking through your gold teeth, talking lots of crap

Chorus: Why, why, why, must you be this way? Why, why, why, why must you be this way?

Chorus: Why, why, why, must you feel this way? Why, why, why, why must you be this way?


1955 (Willy Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

I want to rock with you baby, I want to roll with you baby, rock with you baby like in 1955

I want to shake with you baby, shake with you baby, shake with you baby like in 1955

Down the ballroom, turning round, turning round like in 1955

I said ooh pretty baby, ooh pretty baby, ooh pretty baby, I love you, I love you, yes I do (x2)

Go! Keep rocking boys like 1955

I want to rock with you baby, I want to roll with you baby, I want to rock with you baby like in 1955

I want to shake with you baby, shake with you baby, I want to shake with you baby like in 1955

Ooh pretty baby, ooh pretty baby, ooh pretty baby, ooh I love you, I do

Ooh pretty baby, ooh pretty baby, ooh pretty baby, ooh I love you, I do, I love you, yes I do


My Little Angel (Wily Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne)

I saw you last night, down by the powder room, looking so lovely, smelt your perfume

I went to you, said 'Honey, can we dance, little angel, little angel, little angel

You turned away with a nasty sneer, was it because I'd drunk too much wine and beer

Did my breath smell, did I stink? Ah, my little angel, little angel, little angel

Broken hearted, I drove back home, my head spinning, lost and alone

I started to cry, those lonesome tears, I'd lost your love, there were noises in my ears

I went to my flat, I played the gramophone and then I proceeded to get quietly stoned

No more to see you, my perfect love, my little angel, little angel, little angel

 

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