Pete Townshend)



I wake up on broken glass

But you left your number

All the members of the cast

Reckon I was lumbered



Did you steal it

Did you screw me

Did you peel it

Did you do me



Are you out there Mr no-one

Is my investment growing

Sorry that I got so drunk

But I wrote you a poem



Did you search me

Did you turn me over

While I cold turkeyed

On the sofa



Did you steal my money



How can we forgive a grievance

Now that we all live with demons

Did you know that poor old veteran

That you kicked out of his bed

Says that he cannot forget you

But he does not wish you dead

Leave his gold watch in reception

He will keep the sixteen stitches in his head

Did you steal his money



Did you pinch my trainer football

Say if you half inched it

Thought I heard a female foot fall

While I washed my kitch



Did you use me

Why'd I trust you

Why'd you abuse me

I won't bust you



Did you steal my lorry

It fell right off my lorry



Did you pinch my brasso

Nick my gelt you asshole