words and music by Joe Jackson)



Moving my car forward a foot at a time

Another red light, another warning sign

Is that rain on the windshield?

Wonder if it's raining on the Jersey side

Tapping my fingers to the radio

But I don't hear a thing

Watching the hookers move in and out of the light

One of these days, one of these days...



One of these days

I'm gonna smash somebody's car

And smash the copper's face

As they take me away



But I gotta go home now

(Don't wanna go to my house)

I gotta go home now

(Don't wanna go to my house)



Only forty minutes to the Jersey side

Me and Suzy used to read the news and stay up all night

We used to see a lot of people then we just got tired

And gave birth to a perfect little alibi

I take a sip of diet soda and loosen my tie

Another red light, another warning sign

Hey, that Puerto Rican hooker must be six feet tall

One of these days, one of these days...



One of these days

I'm gonna turn the car around

And keep on going

Till I lose track of time...



But I gotta go home now

(Don't wanna go to my house)

I gotta go home now

(Don't wanna go to my house)



Thirty-five minutes to the Jersey side

(Don't wanna go to my house)

Another red light, another warning sign

(Don't wanna go to my house)

One of these days, one of these days



(C) 1991 Pokazuka Ltd. (ASCAP