Once upon a sign I read a warning and it said

'When in Rome don't feed the lions'

What is meant I can't hazard a guess

But now I've learnt my lesson I'm a better person

I'm filled up with high hopes and I'm fed up with soft soaps

Long in the tooth and short on wisdom

Up to here with the ache of it



And if the matchmaker calls hand in hand

With a catch of the day I'll rise to the bait

But it'll still be more than a heart can take

More than feeling great

More than a tongue can tell

I'd need to take leave of my senses to get a moment's rest

Following in footsteps

Footsure in fancy dress

Head in my hands I'm making plans

Hoovering up for the day



When the matchmaker calls hand in hand

With the catch of the day I'll raise to the bait

But it'll still be more then a heart can take

More than feeling great

More than a tongue can tell



And the itch to get rich quick

Has never been so hard to reach

With my hands tied behind my back

Shin deep in cement and sand

Just like the anchor-man I broke loose

And crashed to the sea bed

Clutching the shortest straw

And if you threw me a line that's as smart as you think

It wouldn't stop me sinking down to cry

On what flashed before my eyes