take you to the cinema

leave you in a wimpy bar

you tell me that we've gone to far

come running up to me

make the scene at cousin Jack's

leave him to put the bottles back

mends his glasses that i cracked

well that one's up to me



buy a silver cloud to ride

pack the tennis club inside

trouser cuffs hung far too wide

well it was up to me

tyres down on your bicycle

your nose feels like an icicle

the yellow fingered smoky girl

is looking up to me



well i'm a common working man

with a half of bitter--bread and jam

well if it pleases me i'll put one on you man

when the cupper fades away



the rainy season comes to pass

the day-glo pirate sinks at last

and if i laughed a bit too fast

well it was up to me