Call me morbid, call me pale

I've spent six years on your trail

Six long years

On your trail

Call me morbid, call me pale

I've spent six years on your trail

Six full years of my life on your trail

And if you have five seconds to spare

Then I'll tell you the story of my life:

Sixteen, clumsy and shy

I went to London and I

I booked myself in at the Y....W.C.A

I said: "I like it here - can I stay?

I like it here - can I stay?

And, do you have a vacancy

For a Back-scrubber?"

She was left behind, and sour

And she wrote to me on the hour

She said: "In the days when you were

hopelessly poor

I just liked you more..."

So if you have five seconds to spare

Then I'll tell you the story of my life:

Sixteen, clumsy and shy

I went to London and I

I booked myself in at the Y....W.C.A

I said: "I like it here - can I stay?

I like it here - can I stay?

And, do you have a vacancy

For a Back-scrubber?"

Call me morbid, call me pale

I've spent too long on your trail

Far too long

Chasing your tail

And if you have five seconds to spare

Then I'll tell you the story of my life

Sixteen, clumsy and shy

That's the story of my life

Sixteen, clumsy and shy

The story of my life

That's the story of my life

That's the story of my life

That's the story of my life

The story of my life